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Description
Producer: Sun Pictures
Lyrics and translation
Original
All you mobsters.
Listen up. We got sixteen, twenty-four, forty-eight years.
Put your hands up in the air and say, "Cheers. "
We got girls on call twenty-four into seven.
Got guns and coke, it feels better than heaven.
I'm just a sweet-talking, blow-sniffin' certified player.
Quit talkin' shit, son, 'cause I'm not in danger.
I am the danger. 'Cause I am the danger.
Oh, oh. 'Cause I am the danger. Oh, oh, oh, oh.
Please quit talkin' shit, son, 'cause I'm not in danger.
All you mobsters.
All you mobsters.
Listen up. Got a big-ass crib out in the sea. Lot of gold, champagne, and
Hennessy.
The money talk loud, yours barely speaks.
Came from the dirt, now we own these streets.
I'm just a sweet-talking, blow-sniffin' certified player.
Quit talkin' shit, son, 'cause I'm not in danger.
I am the danger. 'Cause I am the danger. Oh, oh.
'Cause I am the danger. Oh, oh, oh, oh.
Kingpin on the phone, talk no more. Oh.
Kingpin on the phone, speak no more. Oh. Kingpin on the phone, talk no more.
Simon says, "Pour some more. " Kingpin on the phone, think no more.
Simon says, "I like it raw. " Kingpin on the phone, think no more. Simon says, "Pour some more. "
Kingpin on the phone, think no more.
Simon says, "I like it raw. "
Sweet-talking, blow-sniffin' certified player.
Quit talkin' shit, son, 'cause I'm not in danger.
All you mobsters
English translation
All you mobsters.
Listen up. We got sixteen, twenty-four, forty-eight years.
Put your hands up in the air and say, "Cheers. "
We got girls on call twenty-four into seven.
Got guns and coke, it feels better than heaven.
I'm just a sweet-talking, blow-sniffin' certified player.
Quit talkin' shit, son, 'cause I'm not in danger.
I am the danger. 'Cause I am the danger.
Oh, oh. 'Cause I am the danger. Oh, oh, oh, oh.
Please quit talkin' shit, son, 'cause I'm not in danger.
All you mobsters.
All you mobsters.
Listen up. Got a big-ass crib out in the sea. Lot of gold, champagne, and
Hennessy.
The money talk loud, yours barely speaks.
Came from the dirt, now we own these streets.
I'm just a sweet-talking, blow-sniffin' certified player.
Quit talkin' shit, son, 'cause I'm not in danger.
I am the danger. 'Cause I am the danger. Oh, oh.
'Cause I am the danger. Oh, oh, oh, oh.
Kingpin on the phone, talk no more. Oh.
Kingpin on the phone, speak no more. Oh. Kingpin on the phone, talk no more.
Simon says, "Pour some more. " Kingpin on the phone, think no more.
Simon says, "I like it raw. " Kingpin on the phone, think no more. Simon says, "Pour some more. "
Kingpin on the phone, think no more.
Simon says, "I like it raw. "
Sweet-talking, blow-sniffin' certified player.
Quit talkin' shit, son, 'cause I'm not in danger.
All you mobsters