| Song | Godzilla Like |
| Artist | Chico & Coolwadda |
| Album | Wild 'n tha West |
| 作曲 : Langston, Riperton, Rudolph ... | |
| Ugh..... yeah | |
| This ones dedicated | |
| To all the homies | |
| That didnt make it | |
| To the millenium | |
| We gone do it for y'all | |
| Real big...godzilla like | |
| Rest in peace homies | |
| We all want the high life | |
| Big Gs in the spot lights | |
| Rocking the cordless mics | |
| Under high lights | |
| Doing what we please | |
| Nigga pick a flight | |
| Real big godzilla like | |
| We finally made it | |
| All our life anticipating | |
| Cash flow | |
| Having some status | |
| With this flow | |
| On the flo' | |
| Prayin to jesus | |
| To make it true | |
| Are we still dreaming? | |
| Hell naw | |
| This what we do | |
| Besta shoo fly | |
| Don't bother me | |
| Cooly and glove | |
| Anybody else is comedy | |
| Obviously them niggas | |
| Didn't think of the world | |
| So they up early for work | |
| Like the early morning for church | |
| Before 12 noon | |
| My bird dont chirp | |
| Nigga real | |
| Me and my son | |
| Watchin rap city | |
| Goo goo gaa gaa | |
| Translate | |
| I love you daddy | |
| Ugh.... | |
| I love you too | |
| More than the color blue | |
| Its all blue | |
| Assorted killers on the team | |
| We got | |
| Dogs, locs, east coast folks, | |
| Wild out Baltimore homies | |
| That ain't no joke | |
| Leave you flat out | |
| White sheet | |
| Tuck you to sleep | |
| Don't get no better than glove | |
| So keep your beef | |
| We all want the high life | |
| Big g's in the spot light | |
| Rocking the cordless mics | |
| Under hot lights | |
| Doing what we please | |
| Nigga pick a flight | |
| Real big godzilla like | |
| Monkey see | |
| Monkey do | |
| Whats next to do? | |
| Venice, roscoes, lugz, or fubu | |
| If Tiger said he was black | |
| He be trying to putt | |
| Nigga trendy like the nappy ass blonde haircut | |
| What about the illness? | |
| I make em feel this | |
| Now give it to me | |
| So later for you coup devilles | |
| Man I thought I told you once I do the left coast stuff | |
| He grew up over here | |
| But wear his pant leg up | |
| Now you MCing | |
| Cool | |
| Well I'm shaolin | |
| Tone deaf | |
| So I couldn't quite hear | |
| What he was saying | |
| But anyway | |
| Yo whatever man | |
| I'm gone get at you | |
| Now make a hole and let me through | |
| Spot blue | |
| Cause he dont produce a track | |
| My nigga glove do | |
| And these rappers never say nothing that I do | |
| I be | |
| Verbally dumping | |
| Keep the crowd jumping | |
| Keep the fist pumping | |
| We all want the high life | |
| Big g's in the spot light | |
| Rocking the cordless mics | |
| Under hot lights | |
| Doing what we please | |
| Nigga pick a flight | |
| Real big godzilla like | |
| Call me raging waters | |
| I'm the captain of the boat | |
| I've gotta stay aboard | |
| If it don't float | |
| So to niggas that ain't dope | |
| Look | |
| Rhymes I wrote | |
| Dump and put out | |
| They tried to close the door | |
| But know what? | |
| I stuck my foot out | |
| Smoke a tree | |
| Till the tree gone | |
| Type a nigga like to kick it at the bottom of the bong | |
| Spin wax | |
| And its on | |
| I'm the reason biggie brought back for | |
| I do more than score | |
| Dunk and break the back board | |
| In this year 2000 | |
| My head got too big for a perm | |
| Keep it braided | |
| Chico the chipper | |
| The name that I earned | |
| PG ballin | |
| Crenshaw | |
| In the lay up line | |
| Skipping on fools | |
| Hitting niggas up at halftime | |
| Ain't no scene | |
| See the tec | |
| They know the story | |
| My hood | |
| Category | |
| For the block party | |
| Scandolous | |
| West side a Los Angeles | |
| Lets go handle it | |
| End this scene | |
| Paramedics | |
| Two ambulance |
| zuò qǔ : Langston, Riperton, Rudolph ... | |
| Ugh..... yeah | |
| This ones dedicated | |
| To all the homies | |
| That didnt make it | |
| To the millenium | |
| We gone do it for y' all | |
| Real big... godzilla like | |
| Rest in peace homies | |
| We all want the high life | |
| Big Gs in the spot lights | |
| Rocking the cordless mics | |
| Under high lights | |
| Doing what we please | |
| Nigga pick a flight | |
| Real big godzilla like | |
| We finally made it | |
| All our life anticipating | |
| Cash flow | |
| Having some status | |
| With this flow | |
| On the flo' | |
| Prayin to jesus | |
| To make it true | |
| Are we still dreaming? | |
| Hell naw | |
| This what we do | |
| Besta shoo fly | |
| Don' t bother me | |
| Cooly and glove | |
| Anybody else is comedy | |
| Obviously them niggas | |
| Didn' t think of the world | |
| So they up early for work | |
| Like the early morning for church | |
| Before 12 noon | |
| My bird dont chirp | |
| Nigga real | |
| Me and my son | |
| Watchin rap city | |
| Goo goo gaa gaa | |
| Translate | |
| I love you daddy | |
| Ugh.... | |
| I love you too | |
| More than the color blue | |
| Its all blue | |
| Assorted killers on the team | |
| We got | |
| Dogs, locs, east coast folks, | |
| Wild out Baltimore homies | |
| That ain' t no joke | |
| Leave you flat out | |
| White sheet | |
| Tuck you to sleep | |
| Don' t get no better than glove | |
| So keep your beef | |
| We all want the high life | |
| Big g' s in the spot light | |
| Rocking the cordless mics | |
| Under hot lights | |
| Doing what we please | |
| Nigga pick a flight | |
| Real big godzilla like | |
| Monkey see | |
| Monkey do | |
| Whats next to do? | |
| Venice, roscoes, lugz, or fubu | |
| If Tiger said he was black | |
| He be trying to putt | |
| Nigga trendy like the nappy ass blonde haircut | |
| What about the illness? | |
| I make em feel this | |
| Now give it to me | |
| So later for you coup devilles | |
| Man I thought I told you once I do the left coast stuff | |
| He grew up over here | |
| But wear his pant leg up | |
| Now you MCing | |
| Cool | |
| Well I' m shaolin | |
| Tone deaf | |
| So I couldn' t quite hear | |
| What he was saying | |
| But anyway | |
| Yo whatever man | |
| I' m gone get at you | |
| Now make a hole and let me through | |
| Spot blue | |
| Cause he dont produce a track | |
| My nigga glove do | |
| And these rappers never say nothing that I do | |
| I be | |
| Verbally dumping | |
| Keep the crowd jumping | |
| Keep the fist pumping | |
| We all want the high life | |
| Big g' s in the spot light | |
| Rocking the cordless mics | |
| Under hot lights | |
| Doing what we please | |
| Nigga pick a flight | |
| Real big godzilla like | |
| Call me raging waters | |
| I' m the captain of the boat | |
| I' ve gotta stay aboard | |
| If it don' t float | |
| So to niggas that ain' t dope | |
| Look | |
| Rhymes I wrote | |
| Dump and put out | |
| They tried to close the door | |
| But know what? | |
| I stuck my foot out | |
| Smoke a tree | |
| Till the tree gone | |
| Type a nigga like to kick it at the bottom of the bong | |
| Spin wax | |
| And its on | |
| I' m the reason biggie brought back for | |
| I do more than score | |
| Dunk and break the back board | |
| In this year 2000 | |
| My head got too big for a perm | |
| Keep it braided | |
| Chico the chipper | |
| The name that I earned | |
| PG ballin | |
| Crenshaw | |
| In the lay up line | |
| Skipping on fools | |
| Hitting niggas up at halftime | |
| Ain' t no scene | |
| See the tec | |
| They know the story | |
| My hood | |
| Category | |
| For the block party | |
| Scandolous | |
| West side a Los Angeles | |
| Lets go handle it | |
| End this scene | |
| Paramedics | |
| Two ambulance |