I've been runnin' after to you. getting dizzy with your sutil games. I've been runnin' after to you. getting dizzy with your sutil games. everybody knows that I'm a good guy.
1. its a pity, its a pity, but you aint so pretty. go lie, low guy, go lie, you bloody guy. . Interlude. . 2. your papa bought you brand new - Gibson guitar.
Step right on up, take a good good look. At the latest pie that fate could cook. This is no phenom, so supermarket guru. Just a revelation from me to you.
but not me. . some mc's dont rap it up, hold up a front like they really gonna give a fuck, but not me. fucken it up and let it run, talkin to much like when they hold the blunt.
but not me. . some mc's dont rap it up, hold up a front like they really gonna give a fuck, but not me. fucken it up and let it run, talkin to much like when they hold the blunt.
[Verse 1: Andre Nickatina]. Live fast, drive slow. I''m looking' like 'Pac in the Benz when he was hanging' out the window. Right now, I''ve got my Jesus piece on.
(A. Nickatina). My morning starts off with the chicken and the waffles. Baby say she never touched the hand of a capo. Shoot at the reflection in the mirror of life.
Im so extraordinary. St. John just like Walter Berry. Pinch my gift like the LA dodgers. Hold Death fine like you need a Rodgers. Talk my slang as I flash my rangs'.
i smoke cannibus. check this out you better work it trick. filmoe for life with a grain of salt. a tiga like me hate to take a loss. finikey and helifikle know it aint simple.
Verse 1: Andre Nickatina. . The homie said, now we can chalk em like rocky if ya cocky when you knock me. Do it till we slap you or atleast until you drop me.
I take a flight with my niggaz. I do it right with my niggaz. I hit the night with my niggaz. I rock the mic with my niggaz. I get around with my niggaz.
Blueberry Rain Lyrics. Nicky:. I have to blink two times 'cause im camera shy. I dont eat ice cream or cherry pie. I make it melt man it'll be dripping of the shelf.
blood in my hair from the wings of a hawk. no angels guide me i seem to be lost. spittin a rhyme from divious ways. all in the veins them freaks they get paid.
blood in my hair from the wings of a hawk. though angels guide me i seem to be lost. spittin a rhyme from devious ways. all in the veins them freaks they get paid.
Man, a new Rolls Royce hit the Popeyes drive-thru. I had to tell my driver I'll guide you. See my life thru a BlackBerry. Some people like that. But I think its kinda scary.
You sober up punk. I do it high. I'm ridin' the wave in the shotgun that live. Baby you turnin' me on. And when you turnin' me off. I think you better take some lessons yeah, from Diana Ross.
I like big cars and a big house a bad bitch with a big mouth. Bitch whatcha money talkin' 'bout. Gimme five minutes and I'll turn you out. I like big cars and a big house, a bad bitch with a big mouth.
Balla Race. . Chorus: 2x. you in a balla race. trying to get all in a ballas face. workin your hips at a balla pace. wanna see how sweet a balla taste.
Fresh out, all i want is the blunt, ??, the bubbles. Fuck my P.O im up to the corner to get my hustle. The school of hard knocks young niggas they playin hookie.
52 carat blue diamond. Rhymin', interior designin', grindin'. You can shake cheddar like me on the mic. Hit your point, hold your money when you're rollin' the dice, baby.