Even pimps get broken hearts
i spark the line stay trivia
blow you to oblivia
to give me, a
semi auto with led
keep a rap in my head like ruboys keep a lock full of dreads
twist like a tornado the fatal cuban jewel
run around the world saying gangsta rap rules
give an F finger to the flyest freak
while im sitting right there in the drivers seat
smoke a blunt for the gods at the crack of dawn
i think them rings that i stole im bout ready to pawn
because i grin like a P-2 10 a sun lock
rapper of the cats got glocks on cock
walk like a rat when it comes to the cheddar
and in any kind of weather with the 3 quarter leather
the lethal injection with the chinese connection
first we amp up
then we vamp up
watch them other muthafuckas all clamp up
baby talk to much ricky shut the tramp up
i enter through the back door exit through the front
we don’t jock bitches, tiga fire up the blunt
heat up ya chest like yukon jack
work ya credit card the first day to the max
the 5 millimeter,
nickatina
street cleaner
i bounce back and forth from fillmo to korea
the chronic chokin rap child bustin it loud
i stand still while i’ll rap trying to move the crowd
in my koneiact lounge position
bullet shots rang right before in the mision
muthafuckas thought andre was going to listen
but my detroit roots told me hit em with the piston
rip the compositions
what was yo intention?
no gratitude just attitude
bangin like mission
kill doja
i thought i told ya
i sports leather while you wear summer clothesa
my boss theme
andre going to get you back
yeah i rap but the streets is where my heart is at
and my crudentials
no insturmentals
im like a bullet in ya face right through the window
What!
the proof is in the fudge, money, raps and drugs
nigga keep your hugs
nigga keep ya love
Billie Holiday just crossed my mind
everything she sang was right on time
i can tell in my soul i was just her kind
cause i can see a better life when i close my eye
Recently Lyrics Updated
Scottie, scottie
Scottie, scottie
[Andre Nickatina:]
Put the phone on ya but it’s the booty call
And I’m comin’ ta bust nuts on all ya’ll
And I’m out
Half a blunt hangin’ out my mouth
Speedin’ like a demon on 101 south
I smoke chewy like a muthafuckin’ nut
Ya got a gram bag get the zags an’ roll ‘er up
It’s Andre Nickatina tiger comin’ out the cuts
Maximum speed drivin’ I don’t give a fuck
Garcia blunt fully hunt down the cat
These bitches on the street muthafucka were you at
Dippin’ on swayze with my niggas from tha set
The blunt went out but we ain’t done yet
Get another one blaze
Bitch get paid
A welfare that check every 15 days
I remember highschool lowfuel and bushy
Cuttin’ that muthafucka go gettin’ pussy
Caught up in the madness
This freak was the baddest
I seen her baggy jeans and her ass was the fattest
Ooh it’s jenine
She licked my dick clean
Come right away she got a twomp sac of weed
Nigga I’m sippin
My potna’s got the tay’ stay sippin’
Talkin about money, hoes, hustlin’ and pimpin’
I’m over
Doja like this fine bitch
Shinin’ like a car or my news stands smith
Cut the fade
Hoes get wet from the wave
Dancin’ in a cage with ass for days
It’s like this
I didn’t know you smoke chewy bitch
Now bring the yale too so we can fire up a spliff
About six
My pager’s talkin’ to me sayin’ “shit
The battery’s low in this son of a bitch”
Yeah 15’s pound like this
15’s screamin’ out bitch
15’s bumpin’ gangsta shit
Mind on a muthafuckin’ grip
[Shag Nasty:]
A nigga graped his coat when I heard them 15″s
With a new 9 in the waistline of them jeans when I them 15″s
Heard them 15’s
Grab my weed to get keyed when I heard them 15’s
Fresh out the house about to pop my p’s
My niggas done swoop me up about twelve fifteen
What’s the first thing to do but find that weed
In that sedan de ville cadilac with’ the gangsta lean
I gots to pop me a not
Soon as we hit the spot
So I can hit the ho twice and see how much cash she got
Me and ‘dre will hop out
When we hit the parking lot
And get to flossin’ on them fools like I pooled up at the postop
Jumped out the car and we was feelin’ like g’s
I was broke that day but lookin’ like I slang keys
But these hoes will neva know
Cause them ones will have you fat
When you off in one of them clubs and dressing all in black
And it was cool I had juice to get in with a strap
In case I see one of them niggas from back in the days I done jact
In fact
My nigga shot done served that nigga a sac
And told me that he had 3 mo’ niggas posted out back
Bring this on
Cause right by the back door is my cuzin tone
And mr. blunt
Ready to give some nike reading lessons to a chump
We make them bleed
Then leave the seen
With them a.r. 15’s
A.r. 15’s
[Andre Nickatina:]
Man I don’t drink cappacino
I’m a picses not a leo
Can’t even strike to reno unless I tell my fuckin’ p.o.
Drinkin pina colata brooms staring hard at the moon
On the eightteenth floor hopin’ I can find my room
Five star
Adictive like liquor at the bar
I sell tapes nigga bring it on cash or master charge
I gets lower than a den when I’m strikin” on a mission
Lookin’ for competition
Or maybe a couple bitches
My style is something deadly like a newport cigarette
I’m a street chemist bitch
A money hungry pit
Like daffey duck I gives a fuck
It’s mines it’s all mines
Catch a flight in hienz
Cause I’ll leave that ass behind
Come stick with me
I’ll bumble like a bee
Cause my boo
We was cool
Back in nine two
But check it
I hit the party and these niggas holdin weed
And I hold it in at my heart and don’t wanna leave
Yeah what I think not
Ya know we hate cops
Imagine if nigga bought
Every donut shop
In the city
Fuck it in the muthafuckin’ world
Greesy like a curl
Priceless like a pearl
Strikin’ like a lighter
Bitin’ like a biter
Bitch did you recognize my whitewall tires?
[Shag Nasty:]
Yeah man I recognize your whitewall tires, but we got to get this over with
You understand me. I’m makein’ moves I can’t be standing around it might have
Been a good day for you, but I’m a tell you it’ll never be right.
I stepped outside and I was tweaking
So tipsy mentally geekin’
I seen my nephew he had just got plug
He gave me credit he hooked me up with a proper dubb
Here come my girl I hope she got a pipe
It might of been a good day for you, but for me it’ll never be right
I must have been geekin’ and I stole my mama’s t.v.
Now my little brother and my nephew wanna see me
But I ain’t lookin’ for them, I lookin’ for a triple beam
And I’ll be back later on cause I heard you niggas got ice cream
Something fat never that soda
Fuckin with the mexicans ya’ll be havin’ that peruvian yola
Strait butt naked a dobe fiends dream
Nextellin’ ain’t no tellin’ when I put it on a triple beam
I love that bitch if ya know what I mean
But I ain’t talkin’ bout that skanless, I’m talkin bout that icecream
[Verse 1]
My Vocabularies vary, its so exclusionary
You’ll find my baby pictures in modern dictionaries
Next to mighty mercenaries, and visual visionaries
And sexy freaks eating strawberries
I represent my mind in the 415 dime
Tryin’ to stop my rhyme is like tryin’ to stop crime
I float like an eagle that soars through the sky
And hit the murder scene in the perfect disguise
[Hook]
In my rap world we bump 75 girls
Playboy short, right before court
staring at the judge like ‘what you talking bout?’
You told me to take the stick of gum out my mouth
See I’m a devil in the street from the serious rhyme
But still I’m an angel in my Mamas eyes
In my rap world, WE BUMP 75 GIRLS
PLAYBOY SHORT, RIGHT BEFORE COURT
[Verse 2]
Try to bite what I write and it’ll break ya jaw
Andre Nickatina right here in the raw
Ain’t no real rap lord gon’ respect the law
Get the phone, page my little cousin Bobby Shaw
Shuffle like a CD changer, the rearranger
Baby hold me tight like the gun of a banger
In the frame of the game leave my name on your brain
Until we meet again it will never be the same
Slice my own piece of the true money pie
When is it cool for a real cat to cry?
I hit the sky like a bullet that’s shot at the moon
Ride the wind like a wicked witch tipping her broom
Keep your eyes on the deck, check, 52 card bet
Heart bumping through his chest, I love it when I see him sweat…
In my rap world, SHIT, 75 GIRLS…
[Verse 3]
Expose the theory of remarkable worldwinds
Beats I wish I could sex like my girlfriends
Party ’til dawn on them hoes like its the first
Who gon’ keep on talking when the 4-4’s burst?
Smokin’ weed like its legal, possessed by the words
The world is a ghetto man there ain’t no birds
I got a solid gold crown that I’ll never wear
‘Cause I know Tommy Tuckers want me to share
[Hook]
[Verse 1]
When I met you baby, you was for sale
I just stepped out of the county jail
For a punk ass misdemeanor
My P.O. dont like Nickatina
And an old man was lettin’ ya go
And I could see I was what you was looking for
He said bring me a G, then next week a G
I said “Check this out pops I’m back tomorrow at 3”
Dont worry how I got that G
Just worry I was right back there at 3
Started you up, and it was legit
I never thought I’d fall in love so quick
Filled you up with gasoline
Took you to the wash spot and got ya clean
Cleaned the dash, rubbed that ass
And everything was slow, I didnt do it fast
Man it took about an hours time
But you looked so fine from the waxy shine
And on my mind I thought about the Alpines
So I loaded your behind with some 6 x 9’s
So when you sing people hear you sang
I’m a nigga so baby I’m a do these thangs
Pioneers blastin’ out Aretha Franklin
Sometimes I’m wonderin’ what you thankin’
[Chorus x2]
My ride (my ride), my ride (my ride)
You dont fake, steal, cheat, or lie
My ride (my ride), my ride (my ride)
And our relationship is classified
[Verse 2]
I remember the day I bought me some Timbs
That was the same damn day I bought you some rims
At Kims, in the city of dope
And once we hit the streets, me and you, we smoked
On weed, wrapped in chocolate phillies
Other freaks saw us and they went silly
I remember ones name, her name was Billy
The other was a cousin out of Kansas City
They’ll drop they clothes, I suppose
But meanwhile my baby girl needs some vogues
She told me everything that was on her mind
Who she loved, who she despised
Why she like the night way better than the day
And did I like Ali or Casius Clay?
I said “I like your conversation how you shoot to kill
But whats this strange relationship?”
She said if I can hang, than she can hang
And we’ll never hit the bay bridge in the slow lane
No thang, like bangers bang
And she hate the police just as much as me mayne
[Chorus x2]
I could feel you get jealous when I rented a freak
Your carborator had you layin’ up for weeks
Then we smoked like friends, put that to an end
Now I’m back in her muthafuckin’ heart again
Cleaned your leather, got a darker tint
Over the rearview got the cherry scent
Hit the streets, like mean Joe Greene
Thats when I told her about my scheme
A night trip back and forth from L.A.
So I’m a have to leave you for about a day
It was cool, L.A.’s the spot
But I couldnt wait to see my lady on the block
But just like a bullet had hit my spine
As soon as the focus had hit my eyes
My fist tightened up, I was mad and stunned
My baby was the victim of a hit and run
She was cryin’, she said Dre, man I look so ugly
Is there a way you’ll ever love me?… Nope
She seen it in my eyes
A brand new vision of a brand new ride
[Chorus x2]
New ride (new ride), New ride (new ride)
That wont fake, steal, or lie
New ride (new ride), New ride (new ride)
And out relationship is classified
Check it…
To my tiga grand wizard
Its me
What (what)
Check it
Click… click
[Chorus: in korean]
Meh ho whame… who ho san se
Guyow mo duk juck se mew mo huk ics
Sun duck kim chang!
Read u like a tv giude you can’t hide
Betta use your cellular I tapped your phone line
It’s the ginger bread man, hoe catch me if u can
My kangol makes me look like MC Shan
Rock tha atmosphere in my teflon gear
Don’t drink coffee but I love pam grier
Let me give it to your ear drumin
You hear somthin’
Try to stop it but it just keeps commin
Just keeps dumpin
Just keeps bumpin
Just keeps crumplin’
Tiga, bitch, relentless like a heat
Seaking missle then grissle
Poppin like a 4-5 pistle with a pencil
Blowin’ kisses to my old bitches
Good wishes, my red devil fish,
Man I feeds em gold fishes
Baby did you call
I can hear ya whistle down the hall
Sporting leather like an nba basketball
Freeze frame, something like a homocide shot
On the move and alert when the set gets hot
It’s like chess, concentrate before u take a step
Because killings on the street is in full effect
Smoke 2 joints to the dearly departed
Bust nine rhymes and I’m just gettin started
Emcees come in packs of seven
And everytime I send em to the gates of heaven
It’s the ripper, creased like a fresh pair of dickies
Most say andre, some say nicky, ricky,
Pass me a towel cause I’m sweatin
Dice game goin on and I’m side bettin
Little joe back doo nigga flow or blow
Hoe wutchu know about the black fo-fo
Left for a sec but it’s welcome back carter
And just like a baller I came back a starter
Fully loaded, tricks up the sleeve like a theif
Fifth dipped daytons, zap code beat
[Chorus]
Microphone tec like straight kung-fu
Nigga fuck me no nigga fuck you
It’s the nickatina beama masterpiece of rap
So when you hear raps, you betta cock
Yours back (click click)
Deeper than a root canal, you know the style
Starin at the judge in court with a smile
My mazda rx-7’s name is pitiful pete
A one seater cause it beat in the passenger seat
I came sober, my? vestiges? I came to get over
I don’t drink king cobra bitch I am the king cobra
Like dracula in an acura, cocaine white spectacula
[Chorus]
[Verse 1:]
My Vocabularies vary, it’s so exclusionary
You’ll find my baby pictures in modern dictionaries
Next to mighty mercenaries, and visual visionaries
And sexy freaks eating strawberries
I represent my mind in the 415 dime
Tryin’ to stop my rhyme is like tryin’ to stop crime
I float like an eagle that soars through the sky
And hit the murder scene in the perfect disguise
[Hook:]
In my rap world we bump 75 girls
Playboy short, right before court
Staring at the judge like ‘what you talking bout? ‘
You told me to take the stick of gum out my mouth
See I’m a devil in the street from the serious rhyme
But still I’m an angel in my Mamas eyes
In my rap world, WE BUMP 75 GIRLS
PLAYBOY SHORT, RIGHT BEFORE COURT
[Verse 2:]
Try to bite what I write and it’ll break ya jaw
Andre Nickatina right here in the raw
Ain’t no real rap lord gon’ respect the law
Get the phone, page my little cousin Bobby Shaw
Shuffle like a CD changer, the rearranger
Baby hold me tight like the gun of a banger
In the frame of the game leave my name on your brain
Until we meet again it will never be the same
Slice my own piece of the true money pie
When is it cool for a real cat to cry?
I hit the sky like a bullet that’s shot at the moon
Ride the wind like a wicked witch tipping her broom
Keep your eyes on the deck, check, 52 card bet
Heart bumping through his chest, I love it when I see him sweat…
In my rap world, SHIT, 75 GIRLS…
[Verse 3:]
Expose the theory of remarkable worldwinds
Beats I wish I could sex like my girlfriends
Party ’til dawn on them hoes like it’s the first
Who gon’ keep on talking when the 4-4’s burst?
Smokin’ weed like it’s legal, possessed by the words
The world is a ghetto man there ain’t no birds
I got a solid gold crown that I’ll never wear
‘Cause I know Tommy Tuckers want me to share
[Hook]
It’s mines i want that give me that
ricky shake the party screamin “where the remy at”
spinnin like some rims on some daytons and vouges
and my my my how the indo goes
freeze like a frosty with the cappucino taste
nickname my product like cookies in the cake
like damn baby I’m lovin’ your beautiful face
but my fillmoe heart got my whole mindstate
so illegal like moonshine ryme design
temper like a phoneix when i open my eyes
and mash on it crash on it blast on it
count your money put your stash on it cash on it
bring your lifejacket cuz you just might drown
have you ever seen the tears of a clown get down
bring yo life jacket cuz you just might drown
have you ever seen the tears of a clown
Rapid fire from the empire wit no desire
walking on a tightwire born again liar
you might not understand my love for rap
but until then show me where the money’s at
and my tigers want cognac kovosia
clownin on freaks anytime of the day
with no pause no shame no game no blame
tearin’ up the streets in my all star chucks
i’ma liquidate em all wit unforgetable paragraphs
it was all for the money so we took the wrong path(POW)
I got bullets that’ll crack the sky
hit nacys for a burger milkshake and frys
“nicky why” is what they say when I hit the set
with no reply I’m gettin’ high so they gots to geuss
but bring a lifejacket cuz you just might drown
have you ever seen the tears of a clown get down
bring a lifejacket cuz you just might drown
have you ever seen the tears of a clown
Dot dot dotta dot
dot dot dotta
dot dot dotta dot
dot dot dotta
da messy getin crazy lookin like a cry baby
bacardi at the party for the flyest young lady
i told you about the frostys wit the cappucino taste
but what about the cats wit the gats in ya face? check it
luxery weapons facsinate the brain
baby get your ticket we on soul train
with nicky nicky raps raps nicky nicky rymes
nicky nicky caps caps nicky nicky crimes
i mob through the city as i crank the beat
fire up tuff on the gangsta streets
steer to the reer like a clear alear jet
hit the corner like a shadow with the grey siloette
like rex what’s next
i gotta keep it bumpin
i gotta clown something when the hoes start frontin
and why i stay high off mary j. blige
and when theres a drought all birds do fly
all through the air ’till they hit yo set
and if you talk too much then you will get wet
but bring a life jacket cuz you just might drown
have you ever seen the tears of a clown get down
bring a lifejacket’cuz you just might drown
have you ever seen the tears of a clown
(ohhhohhohh ohh hahahaha your killin’ me man
hohoho your killin me hahahaha ohh shit)
[Verse 1: Andre Nickatina]
My raps are like a cell phone rate,
Cause they keep ringin all across the state.
Hit the barbque party make a handsome plate,
I give u hell untill I make it to the pealy date.
Feel pretty, king nicky do it for the city,
The spot got hot when they shut of the semi.
Game is late with a straight poker face,
My recipies cats all wourlin to taste,
But wait it’s the chef the new hockey ref,
Cause I’m a cold rap cat till my very last breathe, yes,
I crash cars with the melokie brothers.
My horoscope told me there is no other.
I rap everyday like a christmas gift,
I stay hot at the head if the g’s don’t flip, but trip,
Crushed velvet I tackle no helmet (wuh)
I probly ain’t shit if u let a freak tell it.
[Verse 2: Lolo Swift]
Wha (?) via pimp take it for what it’s worth,
Loli lo might mama never (?)
(?)
With the magnitude that you submittin’
To the game brame watch this how you be forgettin
Cut out your never next with the stylish jack
Leave your ass for dead cause you be fuckin faggots BITCH
Picture this superbowl sunday,
Niggas shoottin craps in the kitchen
(?)
Bank robber
(?)
What ever you like pumpin I ain’t from my abs
Cause my ass is tight
[Verse 3: Andre Nickatina]
I write scriptures,
For those (?) drug picture
Treat the pain and make it feel liek a slug hit cha
(?) I’m about to make bail
The plan I got (?) cliental
The killer whale goes deep benathe the ocean floor,
And leaves dead MC’s at the sandshore.
The atlantic, man don’t panic, you act liek u ain’t never
Get your ass kicked.
I make money and for me it’s sheer kind,
Comin through, smellin good, park (?) (ooooh)
All in detriot man they know my (?)
Stretchin they necks tryin ta check the guy cause,
I stay quite when my other niggas get loud
I kick style with my silver tooth smile (cha ching)
I cook rhymes on a cookie sheet
While you play that top on a rookie beat
WORD
[Verse 4: Lolo Swift]
Frankly, I’m about to spank thee
On the microphone (?)
Stitchin up your pain with my protocall
You’ll get your (?)
Kidding, you see my devilsh grin
I see the way you like sedating while I’m lickin my ends
While u be gressin I’m progressin your the (?)
First lesson compessin, cause (?)
Is the first step to a cry (?) I’m a pimps grip
(?) now really how far do you think the players
Path gon getcha? c’mon nigga HUH HUH?
Shiiit you know mackin is a game freak, and I’m a player
But not for long (?)
Shiiit, King Nicky in full effect I got coke dealers askin
“What you doin next? ” and check.
Like the honycomb hideout hidaway, I don’t drive nickatine
I just fly away. Spread my wings like a vulture when it comes to this,
Makin moneys more sweater then a tounge kiss.
Shift the gears on my (?) like a (?)
Back there I had you spinnin like a comacobie.
Work the rap like a drunk work a bar tender,
Shake it live like a colt 45.
“J’aibe soin d’un crayon…”
You better make it
And lace it
And hope the pigs don’t take
And keep your mission basic
No time to come and fake it
Spin like a CD
You know it’s Nicky T
Come to your party
With no apology
All at your function
This ain’t no usual luncheon
I see what I like and then I jump in
Float like a Cadillac
Girl can ya handle that?
Hittin’ on cognac
Now you don’t know how to act
I’m your favourite Motorola
Your new Coca-Cola
At least until you get tired of my new poster
It’s about the money, and bread and never fantasy
A situation might change your whole anatomy
Who hit the jackpot?
Hot as a crack spot
Took out the cash box
And left with the flash(?) doc(?)
Shit, you know
J’aibe soin d’un crayon
The Gingerbread Man
J’aibe soin d’un crayon
My young tiga Don Juan
He looked right in front of a khan (?)
Said that it was real sweet
Sumthin’ I would keep
I live like a Gipsy
Rap till I’m empty
Fly like a Frisbee
But hung like a Grizzly
You know, I blow
And there, I go
All on the freeway
Me and my queen mayne
I eats Gumbo
The jumbo
Shrimp combo
And when I clown, hoe
I smile like a criminal
I can be like Ecstasy
Show you a whole new recipe
Don’t even know why you step to me
Sayin’ you ain’t impressed with me
I ain’t trippin’ darlin’
I hear my homies callin’
And when there’s money involved
Man they despise stallin’
Hook it up and then cook it up
Man shook it up and then look it up
And rock it up and then chop it up
Man flock it up and then cop it up
I hit the underground trains(?) and thangs
Stood there rappin’ till the rain done came
Till’ the game done changed
Man I’ma get it mayne
And don’t forget it mayne…
Shit, So greedy
Don’t think that I can split it mayne
The Gingerbread Man
Catch me if you can
You back there… “J’aibe soin d’un crayon”
Bartender, bartender… “J’aibe soin d’un crayon”
Waitress, waitress… “J’aibe soin d’un crayon”
You think I’m playin’ baby? … “J’aibe soin d’un crayon”
Shit, shit…
“J’aibe soin d’un crayon…”
[Chorus: Andre Nickatina]
Nickatina says cast ya votes
Tell all the freaks, yeah grab ya coats
Tell all the nerds, yeah take some notes
And R&B niggas, ya’ll clear your throats
Nickatina been at since 11
Got me a spot up in gang bang heaven
My mother use ta say that I was like a little reverend
That’s why they call me God # 7
I like birds cause I’m a hawk
Try to clown me hoe and I’ma walk
Rockin ya party is my favorite part
Did it for an hour and I didn’t even talk (bitch)
Nickatina is like simon says
Dips in his whip like simon says
Make some chips like simon says
Smoke a lil weed in the back with the dreads (yo)
I take pride in smellin fly
Baby ain’t no tellin why I blaze
I sport Chuck Taylor’s twice a week
Gotta keep an ear out on the streets
Man I’m kinda high
You said, who got beef ?
Do niggas take advice from these nasty freaks (yeah)
Did you see the cold steel ?
Homey that shit’ll make you cold for real
Even though it’s hot when its bout to hit
Hot enough to make a bastard do a flip
What you know about geto cheese ?
All she heard on the phone was “nigga please” (click)
I’m like an ice cream truck
Veins get cold when I cut this blunt
Nothin but fire tiga in my path
And nah man you can’t have no autograph
[Chorus]
Nickatina says bust back first
And by any means necessary don’t get hurt
The five millimeter go good with the nina
Just like raps go good with Nickatina
Nickatina says lace ya boots
Real drug style Armani suits
Check this out baby, I’m tell the truth
You’se a freak and not that cute, hoe
I kick back like expensive wine and spit paragraphs all the test of time
It’s just like ya found a treasure chest with mines
Repeat, (then) nigga
Andre is like the moon
Come out after six tiga ready to boom (move)
It aint no thang to me
Easy as pie, can you hang with me (I’m fast)
I mix up like Ron Barcardi
Talk and walk and smoke weed at the party
Gamble on yourself for about two g”s
Im eatin water melon way juicy, fuck it
Check it out I get blunted on top
livin like an anvil ready to drop (playa)
[Chorus]
Daquiri factory where niggas look after me
Assault and battery
It’s sort of a tragedy
Kickin it live right with killas suspended
Smokin weed in the kitchen they’re so reluctant theyll listen
It’s the daquiri factory where niggas look after me
Assault and battery
It’s sort of a tragedy
Kickin it live right with killas suspended
Smokin weed in the kitchen they’re so reluctant theyll listen
Can u picture the perfect rhyme, the perfect tone, the perfect pitch,
The perfect mind, the perfect crime, the perfect bitch,
Your so materialistic u make me wanna risk it
Hopin the pig don’t pull me over with my new biscuit
I’m sorta twisted swervin to the next lie
I bet I’ll beef and tangarae in my next life
Or a silverdad makin u picture that with all my cuzins
It’s bullets made for the payback it’s sorta slippery
Kinda like this treat is wet
But I’m a vet so let your tiger break a leg
With all the pain fed up with the dope game
That’s y I still love all my tigers the same
It’s the daquiri factory where niggas look after me
Assault and battery
It’s sort of a tragedy
Kickin it live right with killas suspended
Smokin weed in the kitchen they’re so reluctant theyll listen
It’s the daquiri factory where niggas look after me
Assault and battery
It’s sort of a tragedy
Kickin it live right with killas suspended
Smokin weed in the kitchen they’re so reluctant theyll listen
Baby sed u look sad cheer up uh wuts your name
I sed it’s andre uh I can’t complain I love segas and ghetto basketball playas
And I spit rap to all the legendary crack slangers
We kick it live buzzing like a beehive
And itll remain that way till we hit the sky
Like public enemy numba 1 cats come 2 my show
And say that oozy way a ton son u know the chemistry
Do u remember me and I’m your tiger from way back in 83
We ate ice cream and played hoop man we did all these things before the dday
It’s the daquiri factory where niggas look after me
Assault and battery
It’s sort of a tragedy
Kickin it live right with killas suspended
Smokin weed in the kitchen they’re so reluctant theyll listen
It’s the daquiri factory where niggas look after me
Assault and battery
It’s sort of a tragedy
Kickin it live right with killas suspended
Smokin weed in the kitchen they’re so reluctant theyll listen
It’s the daquiri factory where niggas look after me
Assault and battery
It’s sort of a tragedy
Kickin it live right with killas suspended
Smokin weed in the kitchen they’re so reluctant theyll listen
Bye bye
52 carat blue diamond
Rhymin’, interior designin’, grindin’
You can shake cheddar like me on the mic
Hit your point, hold your money when you’re rollin’ the dice, baby
Uhh.. either you go crash-and-burn
Or wake up in the morning with cash to earn, tiga
Check it homie get good with me
If just I can find your hood again
Who is that in the car? yo couldn’t be
All the way out here, yeah Nicki t
Russian, get the weed sparked
Get the party started
And watch yo back fo the shark
Nigga cold-hearted
We got bakin soda
All the way down in minnesota
We got bakin soda
Down in minnesota
I got a fetish for Adidas, boss
But I betcha don’t know what my Fila’s cost, do ya
On chew, like dem baby pit bulls
And ain’t no way you can touch my….cool
The 12th floor at the Marriot
You know, me and my tigaz chill there a lot
Fetti
I sit alone when the mic’s on
With Tyson every time that the fight’s on, kill ’em
I remember rhymes used to ride with nets
Flight at the midnight high with jets
You know Al Capone stretched tryi’ to save the sets
And I’m teflon down, t shirts and gats
Rhymes you can taste, Rhymes, Rhymes galore
Rhymes you can buy at the candy store
You know who I am, I’m like credit card scam
Hot like tofu, greens and yams
Extra-curricula, netting that riddicula
Hit the cloud like the bear or the fiddila
Shouldn’ve lied, I coulda been a good friend to ya
Now I got to get rid of ya
We got bakin soda
All the way down in minnesota
We got bakin soda
Down in minnesota
I told my mom somethin’ that made her cry
Looked her in the eye and said rappers don’t die
We not gonna have an’ tour, but we gon get by
So most of us gonna be in hell high, kickin’
Now put the rhyme on a triple beam
Now rock it up, and chop it up
And try to grind into triple cream
Don’t get caught with the same scheme
Meaning don’t get caught with the same thing, King
It’s like you got to be bald
Cuz hoes and niggaz wanna see you go far
I think they mad when I ticks them off
But I’m a hyena so I got to laugh and break some off
The hot wax that’s real fatal
Sup’d up to perfection like a weapon on a turntable
They say Gretta’s got a new baretta
And he’ll be aiming his gat like a crooked letter, foreva
I hit the night like stormy weather
And if you brag about your freak, i’mma say mine’s way better
I rotate like the hands of a clock
And find ways to make my rap beat all on your block
You better knock on the door tiga
And lay them all on the floor tiga
Cuz I think they want more tiga
I blow ’em out like a flat tire
And hit the weed for Richard Pryor
Then call ’em all straight liars
The corks in me like the tail of a fox
So get the grease hot, nigga
Or your tigaz’ll be caugh
Yeah
It’s frisco’s finest
And see it as a priviledge when quipto rhymin
If ya (look in my eyes) you can see that they slanted
My sly samarai chopp you down with a hatchet
You can (look at me) and see Q in the flesh
Just boss like rammy moss boy and move to the west
You can (look in my eyes) andyou can tell where they rest
We blessed, the best weed goin straight to your chest
C’mon (look at me) as a real mc, just know that I’m explosive like tnt
Cause u can (look in my eyes) and they like red as the sea
But still I stay two steps ahead of your freaks
Just (look at me) I’m still standing here living proof
A fucken interview,
I like your mind, your body, your soul, your figure
Catch ya, hold ya, squeeze you like a trigger
Mind full of rap gun powder, it’s a habit
Shootin’ like Elmer Fudd at the screwy rabbit
From pennies to nickels, from dimes in the rhyme
Get your paint brush and line your design
It might be a little bitter on top of Sugar Hill
But the ones that got killed say it’s real on the field
From the sky
Ghost of Filmoe, what
Man is freaks in here like rumppa bum bum
I’m ’bout to buy me a drank like rumppa bum bum
See which one I’m gon’ take like rumppa bum bum
Rapper of just like a snake like rumppa bum bum
Rumppa bum bum, rumppa bum bum
[Verse 1]
In the blink of an eye
You know your tiga can die
I’m from the land of the 22, 44, 45
Riddles and lies is something we all despise
So we look up to sky for the answer to “why?”
We was just little tigas when we first tried
You chose the d-game, and I chose the rhyme
Though our brains were the same man
Our brains had to change man
Cause if it didn’t change, we’d be stuck in the game
Man the game
[Chorus:]
(I can’t even have a family god)
Fears of a coke lord driving my tigers insane
(These cats is coming after me god)
Tryin to get paid off the ya-yo powder and caine
(My woman’s hella sheisty god)
Fears of a coke lord driving my tigers insane
(I wanna do better god)
But check it, I feel your pain
[Verse 2]
It was 7-4, I mean July the 4th
I was going on tour and you was going to war
Dope fiend checks, a new Lex and kill techs
Before I had to jet I told the god I’m impressed
He said check it out Nicky, I’m killing the world
My woman is top notch, got my brain in a twirl
Hella ballers done hit it and I call her my girl
And my mama looks at me like I’m not her pearl
I go to sleep every night with a body on my mind
Man, slugs from the nine, you shoulda seen how he died
Fears for years, but yo- you already knew that
I’ma keep selling dope, but yo, how can I do that?
Itchin to be vicious ever since I was seven
He said Nickatina will we go to heaven
For the game
[Chorus]
You sober up punk
I do it high
I’m ridin’ the wave in the …(?)
Baby you turnin’ me on
And when you turnin’ me off
I think you better take some lessons yeah, from Diana Ross
I’m shippin’ birds with no wings
All over seas
And other people cop ’em at the hottest degrees
I keep money for bail
Because I never liked jail
And I study A-plus student at Yale
They say, “Andre Nickatina, ya emcee number seven”
Smokin’ weed up in heaven
Born on 3/11
Tigas and gods
Liquor and bomb
I look to my pad like the holy kerhan
I’m shippin’ birds with no wings
All over seas
I put em where they never heard raps like these
I rhyme like calico cats
And two loaded gats
Now what mothafucka think he fuckin’ with that?
I be the special shishcabob on the grill with all steaks
Call me a Mack truck with no brakes
Or better yet a chef that love to bake cakes
And get into anybody in any other state
…(?) baby, take a look at what I done
We used to sex in ya basement now I’m number one
With no desire
I’m throwin’ gasoline on the fire
I don’t like your record store if you’re not a buyer
Spin cycle
It’s somethin’ like a wash and dry
And I be speakin’ to my P.O with a serious lie
You know the Matador
The replican, the guillotine
The money, the dope
Homie, the triple beam
Melody’s soft but is heavy as weights
We got the snottiest freaks
With the sexiest face
You better poka-bang-bang
A chica-chica-chill
A tumble down the hill
Like Jack and Jill
We say spin around broke witch
Bust a ballerina
I pro blow when Mark with Marina
It’s time
Tiga I was bred to grind
N’ your zodiac sign
N’ up in the minds
Man, the killa whale of hell
Yell, strikin’ down bail
Wet you with the water
Smack you with my tail
Shit, I’m shippin’ birds overseas
…(?)
The number one Pisces
Shit, it’s me
“What time is it! “
This is one of those, A1-Yola raps
Stick in ya mind, stick in ya mind, stick in ya mind
[Verse 1:]
When you up all night
You see things you shouldn’t have saw
Because the night gets raw
Drama is thicker than Skippy’s peanut butter
Imagine the worried thoughts of a young man’s mother
Feelin’s empty, Love don’t live here anymore
Awake like an owl at a quarter to four
Don’t blink, a Caddy just ran a red light
Bumpin’ thug life, man I blend with the night
They call me greedy
Plead my sins to get a girl a beaty
It’s Andre Nickatina
I’m like a genie in a beanie
El Dorado 88 Cadillac, all black
Copy cats try to match
But they style ain’t exactly the same
Somebody said, “Freeze, it’s a raid! “
You know cops are comin’ when a brotha smells
Glazed doughnuts, hold up
Patna fill it to the rim
Me and money go together like a feather in a brim
I’m a magician
Some say my [?] ain’t the same but I ain’t trippin’
A girl be yellin [?] but I don’t listen
Crooked crow
Playas seem to like my style
Why’s that killa whale…
[Chorus:]
I stay awake like an owl, Hoo!
I stay awake like an owl, Hoo, Hoo!
I stay awake like an owl, Hoo!
I stay awake like an owl, Hoo, Hoo!
[Verse 2:]
(What are you baby?)
I’m a Raider, camouflaged in silver and the black
Tryin’ to blitz through the line for the quarter back sack
Of the money
I dress like it’s cold, not sunny
But slyer than a persian fox tryin’ to catch a bunny
In the snow
I’m try’na get paid like a ho
Or better yet the pimp that’s rakin’ in her dough
Like a baker
But check it, who’s the king of the caine?
And what’s that tiga’s name with the Macintosh computer brain mind
Or should I say mine?
Sometimes I gotta lie to protect my crime
I’ll call my lawyer!
Bail bonds keep me on the streets
Three in the mornin’ I’m at the club with the freaks
But I got hawk eye
Meanin’ that the joint is bein’ watched
Drinkin’ with the killas that be pushin’ up the cost
For the drought season
[?] season
Different then they best
But those be the ones that don’t have to rest
Like an owl…
[Chorus]
[Verse:]
I set a trap, I have to spin a web like a spider
Don’t strike matches, hate child-proof lighters
Stay awake
Witness how I pick up the pace
First I see a girl’s butt, then I look at her face
I can’t explain
I’m eatin’ garlic bread with the steak
[?] for the narcs
Brothas droppin’ cream by the fiends when they part
I’m like a sentinel, known to be the principal original
Lookin’ for the road that made it gold, they call it federal
I’m a general, but yet at times I blaze with my lieutenant
Popeye, [?], who got the spinach?
Cough, choke, feelin’ no remorse for the roach
Choppin’ up freaks as ya lounge with your folks
Playin’ dice, you take a chance at the crap game
It’s all about the money baby, it’s the rap game
And I’m an owl…
[Chorus x2]
Uh… And I’m out
Uh, Shit
It’s a planned emergency, (it’s a planned emergency)
It’s a planned emergency, (it’s a planned emergency)
What, STOP!
Shit, fade me, fade me, fade me, fade me, fade me…
“What time is it! ”
I was the itty bitty cat, with the itty bitty bat, with the itty bitty gat, with the itty bitty raps, they like “ooh not you”, I’m like “yeah nigga me”, I only come around when niggas pay me, I love bruce lee with a cup of ice tea, fully dressed smokin’ weed in a hot jacuzzi
Big bank in the fish tank, sideways on the street when I dip man, drinkin’ pineapple crush with a blunt, don’t touch, check it showin’ my luck for this girl name, Nicky punch, what, spare me your thoughts, pass the hotsauce, you don’t know how much these shrimps cost
The homie baked to a state, the warning’s like wait, cause everything we do is like a dopecase yeah, rippin’ through the city at a fast pace yeah, tryna make money ‘fore it’s too late yeah, fall arrives, check it tiga bonzai, livin’ like the devil sent piece of the pie
Kill the noise if you’re spittin’ baby, talkin’ is for spectators, fascinated by the brain the multiple game, tryna get you over way out of you’re frame, you’re dancin’ with the devil when you mention my name, like caine and thangs nigga buck-bucka bang bang I hope that’s my lady when the fucka phone rangs
Like a fares wheel, I get the fairest deals because I lovee long legs and the highest heels I drive a coup devielle AND A SEDAN DEVILLE and I kick it sometimes up in VACAVILLE girl relax and chill we got weed for real and would you please make sure dem drinks don’t spill
You know we kick it hella wicked on a ticket to atlanta mind state thinkin like the 60’s black panthers like JO-JO dancer, baby what’s your answer your partner is a libra I’m a a pisces you’s cancer PRANCER! that’s my tiger from the five they told me to park, and I put it in drive, they told me “tell the truth”, and a nigga straight lied, I had em all twisted like a bag of culry fries
I take a flight with my niggaz
I do it right with my niggaz
I hit the night with my niggaz
I rock the mic with my niggaz
I get around with my niggaz
I hit the town with my niggaz
I spit a round with my niggaz
I sport the crown with my niggaz
I got the flow with my niggaz
I do a show with my niggaz
I pull a hoe with my niggaz
I gotta roll with my niggaz
I spit the word with my niggaz
All on the curb with my niggaz
I hit the herb with my niggaz
Talkin ’bout words with my niggaz
Watch basketball with my tigaz
I hit the mall with my tigaz
Break all the laws with my tigaz
Man, Bobby Shaw is my tiga
I hit the sky with my tigaz
Get over high with my tigaz
Cut cherry pie with my tigaz
I’ll probably fry with my tigaz
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