Andre Nickatina, Equipto - A Peez Paradise lyrics
[Andre Nickatina, Equipto - A Peez Paradise lyrics]
Yeah, man I see you laugh and everything
You better catch you breath or something
YouknowI'msayin, or hold it, one or the other
YouknowImean, I'm bout turnin heads
Turnin tricks and then turn it in
YouknowI'msayin
To daddy, youknowwhatImean, you intrigue
With the big leagues but these believe it's
Somethin real, you afraid of heights bitch
Cause, I'm goin to the top
From all my broken dreams
Came some fabulous schemes
I get to poppin like a pistol girl
To get you on the team here's a telegram
I like my boots to be the Timbs
And I can see you from behind through my rims
Man, Grand Wizard
Man take a look at what I've done
I used to rap in ya basement
Now they say I'm the one
I like to have a knot
I handle business like it's rocks
And let my mop blow in a drop, chop a hardtop
It's kill pretty through the city in the 'Moe
Man, though I'm a Pisces it's
The tales of a Scorpio
I wear Polo, or maybe Izocc
You picture paradise it's really
Bout a bankwad
Your fifty toes up on the concrete
We exchange in pimp talk and pop Don P
Roll out players in the
Latest draped in Coogi
Situatin all of my brides, like a blue team
Hotel to Condo, limozine dropped off
Threw on the blade, catch dates
Dodge cop cars
All damn day, my mind stay awake
In Western Union for my game outta states
I'm keepin 'em happy
A peez paradise when they laughin
When everything done just for daddy
You can live lavy, everything in tie
So baby realize life just passed you by, bye
Shit, it's paper mackin so you don't
End up in a station wagon
If John Lennon was here, he'd be like
"Girl imagine" you so bad
Cats like wanna take your photograph
Then wanna brag, an autograph
Then made them strip like 4-4 mag
I got it goin on with
Vision of that Buttet Toffee
Mix with that Caramel Coffee
Sittin pretty lokkin bossy
How we gon handle this and do
It on a paper status
You best believe on twenty G's
Girl you a paper magnet
And other playas wanna knock
Ya like a Nakamichi
They playin soccer kickin game ho
And tryin to beat me
But that's unholy, you need to be my goalie
And do it at your mannish like your Forty
It's federal
Tell 'em there's no limit
See baby just roll with it
Knowin it's so vivid
It's easily four digit's
A day, when ya livin it way in too deep
You invision the game in your sleep
Baby wake up, and give your all like Rocky
Your friends try to tell ya
No say bitch stop me
You start gettin cocky, just a little stocky
Never in the piper guide baby lookin sloppy
Bitch talkin bout I'm throwin her off track
Or somethin mayne, I'm gonna put you on it
If anything, ain't no one track mind here
I got multiple places to sing though
YouknowwhatImean
Alright, a brand new bottle of
That sweet Arma Reta
Now pour a bottle of that sweet Arma Reta
Now take a sip of that sweet Arma Reta
Lucheenee fallin from the sky
Freak I'mma get ya my gators is major they
Come in Jellybean flavors
The Banana flavors I be
Mixin with Vanilla Wavers
I like to go to boxing
Matches with the baddest batches
The way I see the cheddar from
'em give me hot flashes
I like to tip my brim and
Shine my rims like Billy Sims
I like to chop game with
Other cats and other pimps
It's so explosive man them heffas
Be like Holy Moses
They wear expensive clothing
Thay smell like red roses
It's how the God's chosen and
Everything I never broke it
I need you hills and dollar bills
To be your main focus
And I'mma check up on ya
Baby girl like soundscan
Or leave like Nino, DG money
Yo and Dunna Man
I'm not a stunna man, margarine no butter man
Played it together super wick
Jamma number man
The caramel with the cream, the Alamo supreme
Grab ya tickets cause you rollin
With a winnin team
Yeah, and chain gang on
Paper we catch flights
And land to get the bidness
To crackin on that night
All my bitches in line like a ritual of mine
In her mind
She gon find that miracle of mine
And she shine along Whitney, c notes crispy
A trip cause it gets so risky
A pimp-frem-shiffy, square be snitchin
Whisperin hoes if finger P ain't listenin
Choppin over topics, all up in the tropics
Cautious with it
Gotta watch who what ya talkin
Often mislead and wanna live the life
The mo' sacrafice for a peez paradise, right
To many hoes that won't come out right
Oh, I'm talkin bout the money cats
You better catch you breath or something
YouknowI'msayin, or hold it, one or the other
YouknowImean, I'm bout turnin heads
Turnin tricks and then turn it in
YouknowI'msayin
To daddy, youknowwhatImean, you intrigue
With the big leagues but these believe it's
Somethin real, you afraid of heights bitch
Cause, I'm goin to the top
From all my broken dreams
Came some fabulous schemes
I get to poppin like a pistol girl
To get you on the team here's a telegram
I like my boots to be the Timbs
And I can see you from behind through my rims
Man, Grand Wizard
Man take a look at what I've done
I used to rap in ya basement
Now they say I'm the one
I like to have a knot
I handle business like it's rocks
And let my mop blow in a drop, chop a hardtop
It's kill pretty through the city in the 'Moe
Man, though I'm a Pisces it's
The tales of a Scorpio
I wear Polo, or maybe Izocc
You picture paradise it's really
Bout a bankwad
Your fifty toes up on the concrete
We exchange in pimp talk and pop Don P
Roll out players in the
Latest draped in Coogi
Situatin all of my brides, like a blue team
Hotel to Condo, limozine dropped off
Threw on the blade, catch dates
Dodge cop cars
All damn day, my mind stay awake
In Western Union for my game outta states
I'm keepin 'em happy
A peez paradise when they laughin
When everything done just for daddy
You can live lavy, everything in tie
So baby realize life just passed you by, bye
Shit, it's paper mackin so you don't
End up in a station wagon
If John Lennon was here, he'd be like
"Girl imagine" you so bad
Cats like wanna take your photograph
Then wanna brag, an autograph
Then made them strip like 4-4 mag
I got it goin on with
Vision of that Buttet Toffee
Mix with that Caramel Coffee
Sittin pretty lokkin bossy
How we gon handle this and do
It on a paper status
You best believe on twenty G's
Girl you a paper magnet
And other playas wanna knock
Ya like a Nakamichi
They playin soccer kickin game ho
And tryin to beat me
But that's unholy, you need to be my goalie
And do it at your mannish like your Forty
It's federal
Tell 'em there's no limit
See baby just roll with it
Knowin it's so vivid
It's easily four digit's
A day, when ya livin it way in too deep
You invision the game in your sleep
Baby wake up, and give your all like Rocky
Your friends try to tell ya
No say bitch stop me
You start gettin cocky, just a little stocky
Never in the piper guide baby lookin sloppy
Bitch talkin bout I'm throwin her off track
Or somethin mayne, I'm gonna put you on it
If anything, ain't no one track mind here
I got multiple places to sing though
YouknowwhatImean
Alright, a brand new bottle of
That sweet Arma Reta
Now pour a bottle of that sweet Arma Reta
Now take a sip of that sweet Arma Reta
Lucheenee fallin from the sky
Freak I'mma get ya my gators is major they
Come in Jellybean flavors
The Banana flavors I be
Mixin with Vanilla Wavers
I like to go to boxing
Matches with the baddest batches
The way I see the cheddar from
'em give me hot flashes
I like to tip my brim and
Shine my rims like Billy Sims
I like to chop game with
Other cats and other pimps
It's so explosive man them heffas
Be like Holy Moses
They wear expensive clothing
Thay smell like red roses
It's how the God's chosen and
Everything I never broke it
I need you hills and dollar bills
To be your main focus
And I'mma check up on ya
Baby girl like soundscan
Or leave like Nino, DG money
Yo and Dunna Man
I'm not a stunna man, margarine no butter man
Played it together super wick
Jamma number man
The caramel with the cream, the Alamo supreme
Grab ya tickets cause you rollin
With a winnin team
Yeah, and chain gang on
Paper we catch flights
And land to get the bidness
To crackin on that night
All my bitches in line like a ritual of mine
In her mind
She gon find that miracle of mine
And she shine along Whitney, c notes crispy
A trip cause it gets so risky
A pimp-frem-shiffy, square be snitchin
Whisperin hoes if finger P ain't listenin
Choppin over topics, all up in the tropics
Cautious with it
Gotta watch who what ya talkin
Often mislead and wanna live the life
The mo' sacrafice for a peez paradise, right
To many hoes that won't come out right
Oh, I'm talkin bout the money cats