L'italiano (Spaghetti house mix) - Italian Disco Mafia

Buongiorno Italia, gli spaghetti al dente E un partigiano come presidente; con l'autoradio sempre Nella mano destra e un canarino sopra la finestra Buongiorno Italia, con i tuoi artisti, con troppa America Sui manifesti Con le canzoni con amore e con il cuore Con più donne sempre meno suore Buongiorno Italia, buongiorno Maria Con gli occhi pieni di malinconia, buongiorno Dio Lo sai che ci sono anch'io Lasciatemi cantare, con la chitarra in mano Lasciatemi cantare una canzone piano piano Lasciatemi cantare, perché ne sono fiero Sono un italiano, un italiano vero Buongiorno Italia che non si spaventa, Con la crema da barba alla menta; con un vestito gessato Sul blu e la moviola la domenica in T.V Buongiorno Italia col caffè ristretto Le calze nuove nel primo cassetto Con la bandiera in tintoria e una seicento giù di carrozzeria Buongiorno Italia, buongiorno Maria Con gli occhi pieni di malinconia buongiorno Dio Lo sai che ci sono anch'io Lasciatemi cantare, con la chitarra in mano Lasciatemi cantare una canzone piano piano Lasciatemi cantare perché ne sono fiero Sono un italiano, un italiano vero Lasciatemi cantare, con la chitarra in mano Lasciatemi cantare una canzone piano piano Lasciatemi cantare perché ne sono fiero Sono un italiano, un italiano vero

Momma made something sweet It's good for you to eat But you were out late messing around The girls are in your hands Dangerous charm you don't understand The other men will burn you alive You're just naive boy You better leave boy Tonight The streets are whispering now Of this gentlemen in town A lover, who cannot be beat The men around town Gathered on the sacred ground And repeated to beat their chests You're just naive boy You better leave boy Right now You're just naive boy You better leave boy Right now Been hiding as you can Too weak to even stand Your bones don't fit your skin no more Caught you crying at the moon Begging momma for a room But she's felt the burn of your love You're just naive boy You better leave boy Right now You're just naive boy You better leave boy Right now Got down on your knees to pray Asking your father in his grave He whispered son Get on your horse and ride I'm gonna show you Where you gonna die Where you gonna die Where you gonna die You're just naive boy You better leave boy Right now You're just naive boy You better leave boy Right now You're just naive boy You better leave boy Right now Outro This blessing turned to curse Your charm worked in reverse And a love song That is burnt in my mind

Yeah, yes, Spaghetti Junction, yes, yes Elope, ski slopes Damn, yeah, check it out Elope wit ski slopes and fall like avalanches Tootin' like it's cool, he's a fool, and I can't just Sit around and watch those nose membranes flame My ends is loose and you can't stop that rain When it starts to fall Lookin' like Ms. Pac-Man, hammers and Vogues and cat-man I'm speaking about these pros 'cause you know nothing bout that, man The- the B-I-G is high and fly like ValuJet You thinkin' about the beatin', this my ends is never met Black man, white man, Jew man, ain't no joke Remember me and my cousin used to sit up on the porch And talk about when we get older, now we up against the ropes Yeah, they kickin' door down, 'cause it ain't no dope on the streets And a quarter pound of feet weed, that's all a like me need Talkin' about that Southern sess, you all up in that mess But never shall you test, and never shall you quit Runnin' up on me with that- will get you nothin' but dead Be careful where you roam 'cause you might not make it home (In the junction, in the junction) Don't you dare ever get lost or get caught up in that sauce (Junction, junction) To all you players play ya brims and you hustla chrome ya rims 'Llac and pimps and macks I love the corners that you bend Y'all, yes, yes, uhh (Junction, junction) Uh check, uh well I'm drankin' on 'gnac while I'm dippin' off in that 'llac ('llac) The junkies around my way are always smokin' up on that Be layin' them College Park flat on they backs (backs) Livin' the life of pimps steadily makin' this paper stack Don't understand the master plan, crumble yo' herb, man 'Til they start kickin' the door down, then we ready to blast them Out (out) like 'kast ('kast), we 'bout to crash (crash) So mayday, may Dré, knock 'em up off they ass boy We struggle like fat- just to get things that those People got we forgot they always gonna keep a plot Right up they sleeve you won't believe they deceive like weave Thieves can't break in your crib and leave in that good life too So gimme me and then I'm straight, as eight-oh-five See, blindfolds can't cover three eyes We wise to the fact so we attack with what we know Heaven is the only good life, so what you strivin' fo'? Be careful where you roam 'cause you might not make it home (In the junction, in the junction) Don't you dare ever get lost or get caught up in that sauce (Junction, junction) To all you players play ya brims and you hustla chrome ya rims 'Llac and pimps and macks I love the corners that you bend Y'all, yes, yes, uhh (Junction, junction) Well, like flip-flops and football socks Be rockin' the mic like birthdays Lil' Jon and Sercy, so are you worthy? I'm callin' yo' ass a flawed pimp Yappin' about this crew you run wit' Bankhead bouncin' to that dumb sh- So what mo' can you come wit'? Yeah, they can bite, but cannot be us They can come and pick up little slang but cannot see us You ought to be ashamed, trying to fit in my adidas So Run like D.M.C. is me and, no, don't got no heater Well, we zippin' around the corner in that golden stankin' Lincoln I got my heat up under my seat Just in case these youngsters tryin' to take it Pullin' the pistol on another black man was never the plot But sometimes my brothers lose theyself and try to take my spot They come like black stallions in the night Usually around fo' or five is when they figure the time is right When you good and sleep, I couldn't sleep until I seen it 'Wit my own eyes, 'til they come over the hill, surprise Be careful where you roam 'cause you might not make it home (In the junction, in the junction) Don't you dare ever get lost or get caught up in that sauce (Junction, junction) To all you players play ya brims and you hustla chrome ya rims 'Llac and pimps and macks I love the corners that you bend Y'all, yes, yes, uhh (Junction, junction)