[Intro: Golden Jelly]
Nineteen ninety-motherfuckin’-five!
The Golden Goldies up in this bitch!
We here to resegulate, you know what the fuck I’m sayin’?
Yeah!

[Verse 1: Golden Jelly]
Old ladies stuck in a bus
The bus is on fire. I don’t give a fuck
Just gimme the money and watch me bust
Right up out of this bitch. I'm out to get rich
Come to my show. I’ll piss in your face
Pop in the clip and cut down the place
Standin’ on stage, I’m throwin’ out bricks
‘Cause y’all ain’t nothin’ but a bunch of fuckin’ dicks
“Dicks! Yeah! Next up, we got the mother fuckin’ Golden Spud here to let y’all know what the fuck is up!”

[Verse 2: Golden Spud]
It’s the Golden Spud
Comin’ straight outta Warrendale
If you don’t like this rap
I’ll make your neck fail
You don’t know me or where I’m from
You better step back before I make your face crack
The Goldies, goin’ to your grill
Better just chill, or I’m gonna have to-
“It’s the mother fuckin’ Gold Digger comin’ to break your fuckin’ face!”
[Verse 3: Gold Digger]
“Yeah, mother fucker! Ahhhh!”
It’s that Gold Digger, bitches, and this is for real
I’ll sell drugs 'til your grandmother's dead
I don’t give a fuck what you bitches say
I will send your fuckin' [?] grave
I got gots up up and down this block
I’ll sell ‘em to you, a god damn crack rock
I don't even give no shit [?] [?]
But I’ll fuckin’ hook up this baby
“Ahhhh! Got Gold Double Bill up next in this bitch. Mother fuckin’ play with your asses. Give it up... Bill!”

[Verse 4: Gold Double B]
Gold Double B, don’t fuck with me
‘Cause if you step, I’ma make you bleed
Whack you in the face with my sawed-off
And I start stabbin’, and bodies get hauled off
You too, boy, if you fuck with Gold
Gold Double B and Gold Double [?]
If we roll with the TCD
And glorious Double B [?] out the D
“Yeah, here we go. It’s the mother fuckin’ victorious Spakalantie Gold!”

[Verse 5: Gold Spakalantie]
It’s gold, bitch
You better recognize. You better recognize
Before I’m stompin’ on your eyes. I don’t give a fuck, bitches
You can suck my asshole, bitch
‘Cause I don’t get a fuck. When I get a call
From the golden crew, blow apart [?]
.22, sawed off
Twelve-gauge double barrel Mossberg
“Word. Are you ready for the Golden D? Here it is”
[Verse 6: Golden D]
Rollin’ through the hood in my trike
I’m Gold D, bitch, and I’m from LA
The [busters ?] [?] like throwin’ up they sets
These [buster ?] motherfuckers don't know what they 'bout to get
Pulled out their Glocks [?]
A rat a tat tat, I’m a bust it like that
Yeah, fool, don’t you know I peels caps?
I'm Gold D from LA on that gangsta rap
“Yeah! And now we’ve got the mother fuckin’ Rold Gold, bitch!”

[Verse 7: Rold Gold]
Rold Gold gone solo, I’m back again
The one who brought rap to Michigan
I get so many props, I find it hard to walk
With all the other rappers always hangin’ off my jock
[?]. It all came from me
Went “wiki-wiki-wiki” back in ‘73
Now put your hands in the air
And act like you care
"When he drops, give him props. The man with the golden plan. He lives by the rules [he duels ?], get schooled by the Golden Warrior!"

[Verse 8: Golden Warrior]
I’m a Golden Warrior, poppin’ off caps
Off my gold-plated 44, so hit the flo’
Got a sawed-off Mossberg chillin’ in my sock
Behind my ear, instead of a smoke, I got a Glock
Under my hat, I got an AK-47
My birth certificate says "Smith & Wesson"
I snort gunpowder, shit out hot lead
I got no friends ‘cause I shot ‘em. Now they’re all dead
“Yo, check it out. In my Fila shoe, I got a’ Uzi. Let me get it out and give it up to my homie, Golden Toby.”
[Verse 9: Golden Toby]
Well I’m comin’ in this bitch with a fuckin’ AK
If your stupid ass step up, I might just spray
‘Cause I’m a killer, bitch. I thought you knew
I’m in the stretch posse, so what you wanna do?
They call me Golden Toby ‘cause you know my rhymes are golden
If you got that gold, then your gold will be stolen
‘Cause I gank your punk ass in a minute
So just slam, just slam
And give it up for my man, mother fuckin’ Golden Gram!
"Fuck it.”

[Verse 10: Golden Gram]
Golden Gram, with 357
Pullin’ triggers, killin feds with Gold D and Gold Digger
Gold Double Billy was smokin’ on a philly
Puffin his big booty spliff, actin’ silly
Golden Rocks, in a drop top switches
Blunts [?] with no flinches
Word to Jelly, and peace to Golden Spud
Pissin’ on your face and chokin’ on the blood
“Gold lokes, chokes, and fat stokes to Golden Rocks, mother fuckers!”

[Verse 11: Golden Rocks]
Yo, checkin’ em, checkin’ em
Breakin’ on down, it’s Golden Rocks
The twelfth rapper to freak this sound
Quick, fast, sharp like a knife
I’m from Hamtramck and I take your life
Boom, boom, boom. I bust fuckin’ heads
You were a dollar short, and now you’re dead
Well, that’s all. You heard the whole fuckin’ golden crew
You ain’t got shit to say, and there ain’t nothin’ you can do

[Outro]
Gold around his neck (8 ball rollin)
Gold around his neck (24-7)
Gold around his neck (8 ball rollin)
Gold around his neck (14k heaven)
Gold around his neck (8 ball rollin)
Gold around his neck (24-7)
Gold around his neck (8 ball rollin)
Gold around his neck (14k heaven)