Ate Miles From The City Of Dope Lyrics - Singles - Andre Nickatina

Ate Miles From The City of Dope 

-Andre Nickatina 

its been a cold winter 

that means heat for a real Sinner 

who wanna live like a bread winna 

i fly low like a blind bird 

they say on the way to heaven man you chauffered 

i think i wear white cash mear coat if its 20 below 

i only live 8 miles from the city of dope 

i sport that Perry Ellis 

girl you should hang when the god wear it 

you get the smell like you in Paris 

i see numbas like im playin bingo 

i like to mingle wit a sexy single 

i turn your mind into a straight casino 

im not a witness like jahova 

get the cush or get the doja cut the optimo 

ganja roll it over 

-Equipto 

we cop and blow 

its to and fro we cop 

stacks of cash 

im sittin there with deep thoughts 

trippin off all the time wasted on weak spots 

nickel and diming while rhymin on the beat box 

everything happend for a reason 

shrook while its hot like a cook i reheat it 

all day bay bridge and get it how i live it 

its one more day closer to this next digit 

cant stop now im a mash for the rash 

with this open casket 

or your burn my ashes 

knowing long lasting 

this life is real 

and now im living fast wit no time to kill 

-Andre Nickatina 

i give a toast to the rhyme wave 

its the religion to the crime way 

you get your hustle on in 5 days 

its like wonderbread so fresh 

it got freaks looking for a style on map quest 

i spin a charlots webb a silk screen and interior designs 

i like to watch a nickel turn into a dime and prime time 

rap cats see the 7th sign 

spit the game to your heart soul in your mind 

it was Crackin Like Pastachio's 

like robert reveren this a natural 

in the fast lane its faster hoe 

i pop Buck like a pop quiz 

the ghetto steal for the rocks kid 

you'll get knocked out your socks kid 

about 4 to 5 blocks kid 

the homies poppin on your knock kid 

i stand still like a statue 

but at the same time run with a pack too 

i whoop a lasso run threw the castle 

money on the dash yo 

and NYC jumpin in the cab yo 

i fly low like a blind bird 

they say in heaven man you chauffer 

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