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Andre Nickatina - Cherybananapumpkinpie lyrics
You know I laugh like a fat king And when I rap it's like the sound when a gat sings Undercover, yea you know like butter Stretch like rubber I make sure payments like the ultimate cutter I stand like a statue in the church i feel cold Trapped like a cat wit a boat full of coke Tigas know I lie Cherrybananapumpkinpie This is how I run my life Razor sharp just like the knives Mics get hit from buller flavor i spit Chambers and clips can't offer me shit I get high as fuck when them MC's come But from dawn to dusk man I breaks em up Like booyah! What ya do now!? I can hear them freaks screamin Hoocha! From head to head dread to dread Lead to Lead Spread to spread Niggas be trippin when the endos gone Niggas be trippin when they womans gone Niggas be trippin when the moneys gone Thats why I rappin on the microphone What up, razor sharp Crack Raider Time to build my juice back up Like the curl of a banger in a compton cut How many niggas do i have to kill Before i go to the top of the hill Don't need to be alarmed because my game is tight You know i do it for the gods when i rock the mic You know i'm really wheel spinnin and my hammer keep bustin You be a fool and these cats i'm trustin Cold as ice he must be cold as steel I'm gon bury yo ass at the top of the hill come on Razor sharp Rap Raider razor Raider sharp Rap raider razor raider sharp A tiga like me can't hit the block Sucka mc's is like microphone cops Niggas know Nicky got a brain for glocks So when i think niggas come at they usual spots Nose stay red like the 1st reindeer Don't know where you goin but ya can't stay here Gotta hit the scene all stars and jeans Slip through the scene like vaseline cream Supreme being one man team The king diamonds wit the heart of his queen No matter the ride check it i'm gon lean Wit a hook that niggas aint seen since kareem I'm a fugitive gotta watch my step Suckas wanna kno where the rhymes is kept Check this out playboy hold ya breath I'm on the bay bridge they ain't caught me yet Goin ninetyyyy on the freeway chokin Aint no mystery to the weed we smokin Andre nickatina said show me some styles And check this out freak i'ma be right back I hate to be a whore but the worlds a pimp I'm tryin to tell my tigas man don't y'all simp Comin like a mack truck Miss me if ya foul skunk Represent the blunt when ya get tossed up Microphone flow like the caddy will rip And this sugar hill gang got me doin this so Razor sharp, rap raider razor sharp rap razor raider razor sharp......sharp |
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