Pick-cha Lyrics - Andre Nickatina

(Long live the King) 

yo picture God a perfect cut diamond 

or bein the motha fucka man without even tryin 

livin like im dead to the world with tickets yo and refferals 

my hair is in a perm so i can never have a curl 

man its a bluebird on my shoulder can i kill it? 

man wakin up the bacon toast and eggs up in the skillett 

man can you feel it? 

i cut you down like a midget 

and when you see me make you feel just like a prision visit 

im such a (lizard?) 

i want the flames in the fire 

so there it is paint a picture fuck up my desire 

you said you want style ill give you style with drug lord flava 

i make a pimp dance yeah by shottin at his gatas 

pickin up the nickles n dimes like Jackal and Hide 

the bounty is waitin for me up at Mt. Zine 

its primetime whos gon shine from the raw rhyme 

picture a rollercoaster up in a boss mind 

real playboys have wings in the sky 

silently cryin out man please dont die 

man gettin to the thick of it all 

man picture the brods 

man tellin ya call 

but hopin ya fall 

sayin my name like King James no pad adriatic 

im paranoind but really dont panic 

the life afta they say its colder then the packers 

all and the damn money in the world is not a factor 

man true indeed 

upin the game with a mouth ta feed 

i make a 360 spin homie rollin the weed 

roll the weed 

roll the weed 

long live the king 

we take a sertain situation to run an organizarion 

man bustin like a (?) patient 

cooperation man seven years is what hes fakin 

now hes even more gangsta 'cause hes rollin wit da nation 

now (?) yourself 

then i will talk like greedy Gretchin 

man hear the confession of my priffesion 

is Secession of illegal weapons 

up in a dot daytona 

my mexican girl she drank two coronas 

and she know about the ayatolah 

im movin through the clouds 

youd better hold me down 

im smokin weed and im g'd and ready ta clown 

i love ta see you drown 

you know I spit it 

to get it 

to flip it 

to sell it 

to air mail it to yo town 

im like electical current 

the playa reffereant 

(??) councourent 

because its gonna hit the furnace 

man pitches the pictures of me 

picturin the bitches 

and all up here sayin write the scriptures 

it gets worse 

'cause mentally youre cursed 

youre livin in a verse 

sometimes it hurts but baby yeah you know it works 

long live the king 

long live the king