[Verse 1]

Balling with the cheese, mozzarella

Wifey in Versace, Donatella

No wife beater, can of Stella

Cooking in the kitchen, no paella

Remove the sports garments, then Fila

Take a dip in a, piscina

Dress like an OG, Valentino

Can't even hear you fools, no capisceo

[Chorus]

Lurky Luciano with the Bricks Of Parmigiano

No TV this is real life Soprano

Lurky Luciano with the Bricks Of Parmigiano

No TV this is real life Soprano

[Verse 2]

I take the biscuit, Garibaldi

So much racketeering, Agassi they call me

Can you what? Mussolini

For messing with my bread, shitty my panini

I'm ghost in your district, you can't see me

Pop out the slide door, Lamborghini

Twist you up, fettuccine

Fella's call me Totti cause I make it look so easy

I flow smooth, draught Peroni

Bunga bunga bitches, Berlusconi

Always raising, Panettone

But no fugazi out here, never phoney

Out here, alfresco

The finest deli's, no Tesco

Carpaccio with truffle oil, nothing less though

You're nothing but a side dish, drape pesto

My squad large, Pavarotti

Watch you crumble down, straight biscotti

Murder of the ink, Irv Gotti

Mafioso, cabriani, none the length of stocky

[Chorus]

Lurky Luciano with the Bricks Of Parmigiano

No TV this is real life Soprano

Lurky Luciano with the Bricks Of Parmigiano

No TV this is real life Soprano

[Verse 3]

Your team calamari, batter dem

Fearing God like a catholic, vatican

Talking grande baloni, whats happening?

Its Benaducci when I catch up with your chaps again

You man are extra virgin, slippery

Bunch of toilet bowls, shit to me

I'll size you up like a carpaccio literally

You ever profit from my pool, infinity

My teams the grand cuts, parma ham

You're grated down, Parmesan

Cabbriano question me, I don't understand

I run the vear from Napoli up to Milan

Over proof rubber call me Grappa

Across the board G, cheese platter

Old school realist, don dapper

Casual boy, Fila Fila, Kappa Kappa

Moving bags of work, strictly Prada

Rolling over jerked call you Strada

Connected to the Mob, Frank Sinatra

Villaggio's a war zone, Free Gaza!