U Got Talent Lyrics - Andre Nickatina

U Got Talent 

-Andre Nickatina 

My shirley temples bang like a banger 

i like it when my new suits hang off the hanger 

its like its clear as crystal 

and referee official 

the homie said he like the sound of hearin bullets whistle 

i drive a automatic 

i spit it like a addict 

im tell baby girl with the curls she got talent 

im somethin like a candle dealin with the wax 

just me and you baby girl rollin in the lac 

would ya holla backk 

-Equipto 

with g stacks baby bubble of 50 

this dedicated to those who hustlin with me 

shit i came clean to get back to the basics 

from frisco the fastest track in the nation 

you can hate on the store im taken it for 

this aint hustle and flow i dont wait in the car ( hell no ) 

im no chaufferr yes mam no sir 

so sure i could put her down right on your turf 

-Andre Nickatina 

the g's come in threes like piano keys 

if your honeycomb is buzzin wit those honey bees 

and banana trees and fly canapees 

and ladys that be lookin like theyre vandati 

man the cotton candy flow through my soul 

man baby said she liked my style she'll never let it go 

im Jack Clark candle sticks parked in a skylark 

tennis shoes bad news student of the rap rule rhyme does 

-Equipto 

shit we no joke got them walkin the plank 

and barfs juss like tony when hes talkin to frank 

we be hopin out the van bags all in the back 

and playin it to perfection we call it the game 

blow rhyme a lit 

on the field smile like donovan 

you stay a while let me work up on your confidence 

you know they gon hate fake hoes interagate 

put her down on the same plate 

man its fair play 

-Andre Nickatina 

my eyes are on the target i picture panasonic 

i move through the crowd and try to hit her wit the knowledge 

man let a baker bake 

shes a vanilla shake 

i like the strawberry sauce on my cheesecake 

i dip around the lake when its quite like a wake 

and when it comes again i try to crack it like a safe 

the sun goes down and disappear in the shadows 

or you reappear on the streets of seattle 

i like the styles of the ginoco's 

i come around thurbin runnin like im pete rose 

and when i concatrate i do its like free throws 

i tell noah youll sink ridin these flows 

man double up you better buckle buckle and roll wit me 

i put a lil twist and i mix it wit poetry 

man two dymes could be the rope the fine fines 

never have to listin never standin in line 

the widewalk baby girl wins you can ride 

and from the looks of it girl its cold outside 

time after time ill be workin wit the prime 

seventh in line im a zodiac sign 

and ricochet game off your frame in your mind 

i know you think its fun 'cause it aint no crime 

wut you talkin bout