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ay, madonn'! - joey patches lyrics

[intro]

yo, i want everybody out there to put their hands up like this and give me your best moltisanti, you ready?
ay, madonn’!
ha. yeah, we gonna show these stoonads how we puttin staten on the map again, alright

[verse 1]

1, 2, 3. ay, madonn’
i go it alone, you talkin that smack with a couple gavones/
packed with a rosary, keepin it holy, and leavin the gun but we take the cannoli
i’m goin’ madonn’
staten, newark, and gow*n*s, the top of the hot list/
pop a la marca with somebody crooked in congress, we’ll drink till they honest/
d*mn them picciottos are ominous, packed with a dutch and hieronymous boschin it/
chef with the touch and wе serving it up/
with a bit of the stracciatella and chocolatе/
(ay, madonn’)
for your benefit, i’ma just settle it, get a bit heated but, not gonna yell when i’m
kickin you out of the kitchen, prosciutto you pitchin’ is f*ckin domestic?

[chorus]

bambini are thinkin’ they grown/
ancora i’ll pick up the phone/
nona malocchio all on your home
things gettin rocky, we going stallone
but we holdin the throne
half of y’all ain’t even holdin ya own
beg and i’ll throw you a bone or a toblerone
i’m goin madonn’, i’m goin’ madonn’!

[verse 2]

yeah they talkin’ a lot, i’m layin em out like hot sopressata/
no callin’ cops on neapolitans, you know we cookin up a sanguinaccio/
disgraziato, givin me acido, no dirty shoes in mia casa
right away spotted ‘em as an imposter. never bring a knife to a pasta/

the kid in the middle, they run for the hills when they seein that silhouette/
poppin a pill every millisec, goin’ to b*tch on the internet, no way this ginzo is k!llin it/
so inconsiderate, got fans in alaska, they said they was innuit, i’m spittin’ fire/
you swallowin cinnamon, oh what a wicked predicament/
i know you ain’t winnin and buggin bout payin the minimum, swig and you actin belligerent/
throwin a fit like a kid without ritalin, readin the table, you lookin illiterate/
but we too elegant to consider em, slippin a stack to the man with the fiddle and countin the millions/
remember that felon who told you don’t pull nothing fishy with staten sicilians/
(madonn’)

spin that frankie, louie, dino, mario, lillian, rose, and marisa/
meeting with elites in the old wood seats in the back of lee’s pizza/
we roll with the dons, you turning your cards got nothing to show but a pair of stoonads/
fresher than fried calamari, now bow to the gods, we bringin it home, i’m going
madonn’

[chorus]

[outro]
oh, you thought we were finished? no, everybody. bring it back
ay, madonn’!
this that back room boss. we get it done at any cost. yeah, this that sunday sauce, alright
ay, madonn’!
east coast. west coast. north shore (north shore). south shore (south shore). shaolin (shaolin). worldwide (worldwide). let me hear it
ay, madonn’!
tsk. fuhgeddaboudit. yo
we bringin’ it home, i’m goin’ madonn’!

- joey patches lyrics

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