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Andre Nickatina - These Clowns lyrics
it breaths, it eats, and it hates the only way to beat it, is to think like it (equipto) i suprise with the amazin the fires ablazin all suckas gonna hate when i arise to the occasion you ran off with ? hide in the basement could study your whole life just trying to taste it we rat pack take over the stats and trophy talk trash and really got a choice like (sophie?) so o.g. never caught livin a movie boy it's real live just being myself like (juvee?) i'm full proof, chipped tooth, slick like oil can't chase me on the daily, blow k.c. royal from the bay like gp, like floyd i'm sleepy, on your weak ass raps so leave me (andre) breath easy, my tony brakston tha passion my lucky ass mind got me into newest fashion rap blastin, silver surfer on the glide a hoarse kick just like a colt 45 man all up in your mind like a (cardier?) design and i'll be standing right behind when your credit card decline, get outta line i spin a web like a spider man hit the ice house in the middle, yell fire man do it how ya wanna man and take it how ya gonna cause all ya gonna hear is no (contesheana?) i live the lifestyle of the wild crocadile man pull ya under water then i giggle when ya drown men theres nothin that the law allow take it with a frown my mug shot before they took the picture had the smile man holla at me now 4 or 5 rounds cutting through the make-up just to shake up these clowns (equipto) ya quezzy ? blunts, and fat dubees i'm itchy bomb roll out spittin it like a lugi straight gangsta boogie from here to tokoyo no okie do, they comin up shorter than little romeo i keep it movin air force from italy if you know me from back i kept it crackin since little league i swing the bat, and i love to singin rap, on a track, and i'll be the one ya point ya finger at i'm gonna do it like a master upgrade the stature see i'm the type to smirk while your fully in laughter and you the type of snitch cause you feel that you have ta drop a dime like you was the illest fool in nebraska won't put it past ya baby i'm on the level i getta around then put it down like hot metal the west coast hello bitch i'm a rebel my brand new jordan's smash the gas pedal (andre) gas pedal goin to the crack of dawn man roll it up then look at the baby then its gone have you ever seen a soul that was so priceless man hangin out with ladies that be cold as ices ??????????????????????????????????????????????? man like 7 day old milk man i make them all expire hands up in the flam and lust for the game and even if i'm crippled then i'm walking with a cane or sittin in a chair, it's like ? stare man eatin on steak baked at the lions lair think i'm a about to fall man i can hear the call man what's the spread if ya talkin about that football like nino did to carter and ya i said to carter i came up in the game in a san fransisco start off man this is for the father i spit it like a round cuttin through the make up just to shake up these clowns (more talking from some sort of movie) |
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