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Andre Nickatina - Pitbull Terrier lyrics
Nickatina I’m from the era of rhyme bringin’ And from my dress code and style tight yeah ya know what I’m slingin’ Valentine heart shooter And pinky-neil fo real and can’t ya tell ain’t nobody cuter A pitbull terrier carrys in the area, and he really ain’t sharin’ ya Add a two door straight piranha I keep it parked like the rear-wheel ’64 of an impala Skinny baby dum-dada And when I rip the rap to gat ya back it ain’t no prada Mickey is the matador, and what you get before It’s like rain when the money pour, hey A pitbull terrier carries in the area, and he really ain’t sharin’ ya I keep it dark as darth vader And keep it cold as cream to make ya gleam with 31 flavors 3-bullets just brazed ya And I cant believe we smokin’ weed the streets done raised ya And with the ode to mint-caper And at the year of faith I feel we talk about paper A pitbull terrier carries in the area, and he really ain’t sharin’ ya Equipto (yeah, huh) Ya see I step through What’s up to all my nephews I’m leavin’ the suckas to superheroes for the rescue An’ every attitude in the grill Like respect due we crept through It’s been a long time We shouldn’t ‘a left you I’m ‘a locate ya spot I’m ‘a go state the block It’s nationwide knowin’ I’m ‘a rotate the clock around timin’ Rebuttle would make it seem so drastic Visual, havin’ felt its no longer lastin’ Start the rhyme shootin’ Computin’ with many brains No time for tootin’ make a comeback like eddy came Neva, cross game or point with steady aim I put it so simple in the crookedist way I’m a brain-wave overtake, maintain no mistakes, how I give a fuck I ain’t gonna wait Knowin’ its more than may Its weaker when you knowin’ its right I hold the mic with confidence like rollin’ the dice Nickatina Sometimes I’m lucky as Lucciano And I collect lil’ things like ships that’s made in the bottle Block my sure as stake Put a flice around my waist the shape will still beat the case Laid out like a bear rug Because the way I squeeze to make this cheese is somethin’ like a bear hug And I ain’t never met a fair thug Baby ya with me or not because you know I don’t share love I kick back in the twilight Man that’s the wicked little brother of this thing we call the limelight I switch lanes in the fast life And this psychic said I was King Tut in my past life I looked down I’m like “that’s right yeah” Respect the law The star born to break the law Machine gun alibi Is like a lullaby We smoke weed and we don’t cry, hey A pitbull terrier carries in the area, and he really ain’t sharin’ ya |
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