Comb My Hair Lyrics - Andre Nickatina

Comb My Hair 

-Andre Nickatina 

i can see my reflection in my sons eyes 

and when i see them i know the lord cried when jesus died 

im not a saint i spred my wings like a condor 

i tell the boys to come get me like a matador 

i richochet like the bullets in a thugs car 

im located at the bar where the drugs are 

i pack the house i pack the party all the gods no fat 

we like democrats 

politican on the badge i spent raps 

i comb my hair like god 

then hit up the city bumpin playboy tod 

then stroll up 

we let the weed blow up 

and the money fold up 

and not slow up 

you know what 

-Equipto 

you a cold duck im a dime p game runna 

smooth as silk i spit milk and make butter 

a cold heart rhyme pace mind state lovark 

you keep hustlin hard but go so far 

i dont even think they hurt a pimps blood 

they cut deals wit bitches up in the strip club 

i stake money and study and play day and night 

if ima be in the game then ima play it right 

we chops it up while thizzin backwoods 

let the hoe choose it she got the game backwards 

touchdown ima inzone dance 

any town i arrive ima frisco mac 

cant roll hash the gift got my bank rolled fat 

i leave the square beez she a castro fag 

and mad 'cause im vivid wit this and hoe knockin 

tru to the shit that i spit and wont stoppin 

-Andre Nickatina 

the street gamble make you travel 

and we can do it from the pineapple 

all the way down to the big apple 

i swang back and forth like a link chain 

my homie came to court sporting hema mink man 

im not an honor roll student if thats wut you tellin me 

do you try to leave your country wit a felony 

its like a symphony 

man when you witness me 

the holy water bay gang come and sprinkle me 

i comb my hair like god 

and hit up the city bumpin playboy tod 

man this is how we act 

and boy we dont act 

its like a winter snake and a mongoose react 

and blow back 

i swim laps in the river i lust 

with no life gaurd watchin when i splash and fuss 

i throw my soul in the numba 2 pencil 

it sounds like a bird when the gangbanger wistle 

it was all so simple 

miss me with the riddles 

the cat fish hunter throw it right down the middle 

crackin 4 triple ricky keep runnin 

'cause everybody know when the rap starts gunnin, gunnin