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Andre Nickatina - All Star Chuck Taylors lyrics
One thing I despise is ivirgint suicide Sure Khan is something that the wind cries The way I collect is like a bomb threat meanin if you don't have my doe i'm a blow fo sure You better have heat when you hang with this villian meaning that its cold when I'm chillin Catch a fillin Slipped in on a banana peelin I seen them dead on the floor with the blood's keated to the ceiling I was like yo how that happen? Chuck taylors down gotta keep on rapin The one bullet, the right place at the right time can turn a hell of a wave into a flat line my style don't pump no blood it pump weed and gasoline, Nicky Nickitine man ectasy can twist yo spleen tell that to the freak in them jeans, know what I mean It's kind of ironic, make a phone call for the chronic And let my tigers hold the gin and tonic man it hurts so much it blastin me but I do what the rap gods ask of me Have heart, have hustle have heart if you dont have muscle buy the punk gear in the tuscle no love, unpassionate, blow weed in the face of the badest chick yet spin like a cd, try not to get sleepy on the grind when it's creepy, street gods wanna teach me pocahantes makin money for me bustin in the tee pee My All Star Chuck Taylors, they laced like the mayor street ball court player rapid fire rhyme sayer you be like Nicky man no favor, real poppa I disapear like Jimmy Hopper reappear on Easter pants in the heavy start to increase her t-shirts with the vestes feature miesha check it its the god of Khan Chuck Taylor down like the Ramidan catch a feeling, slipped in on a bananna peelin you got a scheme homie what you dealin man the bathroom tinted with the blunt wrapped dope in it Its like Popeye with his spinach run around like you playing tennis and you still aint finished international keep the party crackin like its pistachios the freaks got it poppin like a fashion show make a move with me birdy baby, grab the doe like a linebacker i got a gift like a blind jacker put a hole in your six packer the south paw with the lock jaw in the kitchen with the rock raw you remind me of cocaine and do do stains man its the shitty dope dealer dirty worm catapilla weed collide like the sun and the moon and I'm still trippin of that room with the blood on the ceiling catch a fillin my chuck taylors got me creepin and rap dealin come through and leave you stunned and in shock and leave my heart on your block like a lost glock in the bushes or woods man you did what you could with the little you got are you cold or hot put it down with the plot, and got knocked and went to jail naked in your shoes and socks left it up to your woman man to move your rocks and the freak turned the spot into a hot box Chuck Taylors All Stars and all stars make my way to the bar and there you are Catch a fillin Hey sister give me some of those shoes |
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