Andre Nickatina, Equipto - 4 A.M. : Bay Bridge Music lyrics
[Andre Nickatina, Equipto - 4 A.M. : Bay Bridge Music lyrics]
I'm like a lighting bolt that
Catapult from cloud to cloud
When you hit the library my
Styles in the rap files
I like to shake dice
Somethin like a cee-lo champ
I used to smoke weed
Man all up in the nike camp
I crack crab-Hans Solo wit Aliotos
Then watch the waitress get nervous to try
& ask me for a photo i'm something very bolo
I stand there like a cholo
I'm knockin like it's polo
And thats a little cocoa
I'm out to stack funds and
Watch the scratch comin'-
Easy, relapse, leave ya back sprung
Brain testaments like I'm the last one
Homies love me
Fuckin around and catch somethin
I'm off dat real kush, thats grown in cali
We push, like a true boss roll in caddies
Chips like granny, goose to get flabby
Eatin' good, it's all in a plan to stay happy
I get lost in the weed like
A ghost without a blessed vision
But still I find my way to
Do a little caddy dippin
I'm fine tuned and groomed
Juss like a maniquien
Embody all of it, and treated like a maniquen
I get a pad and pen, but it don't matta den
Freak I'm a real rap cat, ho I'm not a trend
I keep the temperature cold up
In the hot rental
I thought superman was steel
Until he got crippled
I'm not ya Doc Giggles, or ya Willie Wiggles
I crossova, dribble, penetratin to the middle
I spin a betta whip
Milky like a silky spread
Man do it like a baker
Get an oven for ya bread
My rhymes will penetrate and
Seep thru ya metal
Takeova, ima strait eq the levels
Bass and all the treble, ya get all hyphy
But it look like somebody stepped on ya nikes
Rollin wit the pisces homie king nicky
Da freaks brought the purple and
We brought the phillies
Yet, dis ain't play pimpin'
Money I'mma stay gettin'
And network through chirps to get bay-bridgin
Shit, I really live it
Leavin' ya frank fridgit
Don't worry bout ya digit's
Or any the punk critics
It's all blowa, thinkin like 'so what'
Right now bought them automatics like a robot
Blow top, la coste the perfect cuff
Fall out, about the mall juss purchased stuff
We work the cuts tough
Every track and whatnot
Catch 'em being lazy sittin' at bus stops
Stop in the name of the game
It'll come back around if you
Go agains the grain so don't complain
Kill talk bout half the ration
I'm full time wit mine and traffic mashin
P-P-P-Party, K-K-K-Khan
Man walkin thru the Crown Plaza
Wit my Bally's on
I like the conversation baby you can carry on
I like dat car right there
Yea the cherry one
Man ask Luke Skywalker if the force failed
I got a little woozy when
I heard the court bail
Do it on a latter-way
Like you're Sidney Poitier
When it's all over kid put me in the pyramid
Juss like the pharoe's did
Or little Darrel did
You know the streetz is like
Life between the barrel kid
You know I rush like a bull at a bull fighter
You wanna hang mane you
Gotta pulla all nighter i like Vo Tires
And Wit the right Wires
I smoke too much weed is
What the god tellin' me
I'm like a felony mixed witta jukebox
Den break down the weed
Homie let the flute knock
They bump 2Pac, they hold 2 Glocks
And like I said first, man they bump 2Pac
Da juice neva stops, it's like a soda pop
Da best drama always comes
From the coke block
Catapult from cloud to cloud
When you hit the library my
Styles in the rap files
I like to shake dice
Somethin like a cee-lo champ
I used to smoke weed
Man all up in the nike camp
I crack crab-Hans Solo wit Aliotos
Then watch the waitress get nervous to try
& ask me for a photo i'm something very bolo
I stand there like a cholo
I'm knockin like it's polo
And thats a little cocoa
I'm out to stack funds and
Watch the scratch comin'-
Easy, relapse, leave ya back sprung
Brain testaments like I'm the last one
Homies love me
Fuckin around and catch somethin
I'm off dat real kush, thats grown in cali
We push, like a true boss roll in caddies
Chips like granny, goose to get flabby
Eatin' good, it's all in a plan to stay happy
I get lost in the weed like
A ghost without a blessed vision
But still I find my way to
Do a little caddy dippin
I'm fine tuned and groomed
Juss like a maniquien
Embody all of it, and treated like a maniquen
I get a pad and pen, but it don't matta den
Freak I'm a real rap cat, ho I'm not a trend
I keep the temperature cold up
In the hot rental
I thought superman was steel
Until he got crippled
I'm not ya Doc Giggles, or ya Willie Wiggles
I crossova, dribble, penetratin to the middle
I spin a betta whip
Milky like a silky spread
Man do it like a baker
Get an oven for ya bread
My rhymes will penetrate and
Seep thru ya metal
Takeova, ima strait eq the levels
Bass and all the treble, ya get all hyphy
But it look like somebody stepped on ya nikes
Rollin wit the pisces homie king nicky
Da freaks brought the purple and
We brought the phillies
Yet, dis ain't play pimpin'
Money I'mma stay gettin'
And network through chirps to get bay-bridgin
Shit, I really live it
Leavin' ya frank fridgit
Don't worry bout ya digit's
Or any the punk critics
It's all blowa, thinkin like 'so what'
Right now bought them automatics like a robot
Blow top, la coste the perfect cuff
Fall out, about the mall juss purchased stuff
We work the cuts tough
Every track and whatnot
Catch 'em being lazy sittin' at bus stops
Stop in the name of the game
It'll come back around if you
Go agains the grain so don't complain
Kill talk bout half the ration
I'm full time wit mine and traffic mashin
P-P-P-Party, K-K-K-Khan
Man walkin thru the Crown Plaza
Wit my Bally's on
I like the conversation baby you can carry on
I like dat car right there
Yea the cherry one
Man ask Luke Skywalker if the force failed
I got a little woozy when
I heard the court bail
Do it on a latter-way
Like you're Sidney Poitier
When it's all over kid put me in the pyramid
Juss like the pharoe's did
Or little Darrel did
You know the streetz is like
Life between the barrel kid
You know I rush like a bull at a bull fighter
You wanna hang mane you
Gotta pulla all nighter i like Vo Tires
And Wit the right Wires
I smoke too much weed is
What the god tellin' me
I'm like a felony mixed witta jukebox
Den break down the weed
Homie let the flute knock
They bump 2Pac, they hold 2 Glocks
And like I said first, man they bump 2Pac
Da juice neva stops, it's like a soda pop
Da best drama always comes
From the coke block