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Andre Nickatina - 2 B U lyrics
Most times I drive with a samurai eye cuz my lady says my style will set the fly and held tight like a pistol grip with a new meanin to the word pistol whip she says she loves how I look in the rain because I never cry, yo, it shows my pain so I threw on the hat and killed all that man imma rap cat I dont feel all that Man God Khan Primetime on the candy grime baby lookin at me tryin ta read my mind she can see that my mouth be spittin lines but she ain never been in love with a peices sign shit man now im like a parlays bet im in the cd player of your coker neck fucker flame on fucker flame off you can see my aditude if the game lost Adjust the base on the Nakamichi roll the blunts optimos is peachey I dress smooth like Cappadonna hang with sharks and mean piranhas keep my style all in your mental drive and shake my shirley temple I just might fly on continental and beat this dime piece in the rental she love I Cats come in there armani suits lookin way too cute tell the freak ta speread the loot man imma tell you one thig two times the homie down the street yo hes got 3 nines see where im from yo that aint to crime see certain numbers hafta keep your ass in line even if it shines and gets dark throw a new engine in a old skylark the silver Fox with the Goldylocks here to shake the block like you bake the rocks and to make the cream but dont taste the cream cuz when you make the cream its the shceme na' mean? man its something like a vegas roll you get to chopin up and i can get with major hoes you get to runnin like a tiger when the dangers go youre lucky if you even get the change of clothes Word swicth up to a diamond light its like cuttin butter baby with a sharper knife bluntin' up one day off glue shes lookin at me takin off my shoe she asked me somethin that I neva eva knew she said "Nicky, I wonder what it's like to be you." I keep it goin on, flowin on baby till the break of dawn Andre Nicky baby dont make me none im tryin ta get everything under the sun I like when you put my hair up in a bun then I go like an arsonist I put the dope together baby like pharmacist and whats wrong with this and whos bomb is this man the blunt is rolled tighter than a boxer's fist God I come down like candle wax I catch you off guard see if you can handle that Man im the motorolla coka-cola do it like the Ayatollah service so slow because it sticks like jail why is the judge raisin up this bail? thats your sister baby I couldnt tell I roll around like DJ Run my thug homies want me to see they guns i get between you like a boxin ref man whats up with that freak, have you knocked her yet? I treat popeyes like gourmet Zap cold bumps rocks and chantea Keep my nails cut with precision add and multiply division money makins how im livin smokin weed up in the kitchen you feel 'aight im at the bird like a steam ray southern like a ghost turn around and dissappear or somthin like a ghost lookin like a cat that just got chose smellin like a rolls closin all four doors |
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