Andre Nickatina - Even Pimp's Get Broken Hearts

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

Andre Nickatina - Shaggy's 15s

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

Andre Nickatina - My Rap World

[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]

Andre Nickatina - Classified

[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

Andre Nickatina - Sun Duck Kim

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]

Andre Nickatina - Last Breath Of An MC

[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]