Andre Nickatina, Mac Dre - Andre-n-Andre lyrics
[Andre Nickatina, Mac Dre - Andre-n-Andre lyrics]
Backwoods got me congested ain't
Rested in two days i'm gettin' paid
Been on niggas head like toupées
I'm a thug, cuz, rob the blood out you gays
Cutthoat nigga, bitch, I scam 'em for days
On school days, I blew bays
Got ripped and fucked up
In new J's on two-ways I
Scritched and scratched up
I beat that batch up when
I found out she lyin'
Who she think I am, "Saving Private Ryan"?
I make ya town move just
By walking on ya block
Take the keys to ya city but
I still pick the lock buy a car and a Glock
Put the cash in my socks
Put the beat in the trunk so
Ya hear the shit knock
To hell with the law, the freeway's mines
So is your freak, radios and Alpines
Coke with a little bit of cherry lemon lime
Ya think of me ya think
Of big money every time
Candy coat shine like the trigger of a nine
Orca was a whale but Pisces is the sign
I got split personalities, I'm bipolar
You might see me with my
Italian stallion or my chola
Rap rock and rolla, I'm dope as yola
If you don't pimp her, I might like Dola
I'm riding in a big boat like Noah
With two women of each races, boy
I control her
A hoe, a hoe stable, I'm a mack and I'm ready
No dough, hoe? Debit that's right I said it
I grip my dollar bills like
My Caddy steering wheel
I'm not a chill pill freak, do what you will
Heart ticking like a time
Bomb eating spicy prawns
Man, it's the god of Khan, check it baby
Right or wrong man, look but don't stare
It's the crime rhyme king
With braids like a juvenile Khan, nahmean?
Went Bruce Springsteen in my
Anchor Blue jeans
Oh yeah, I'm in ya city, man
What's up with the weed?
Man, call all the Gs, and tell 'em all freeze
Andre Nickatina sayin' 'nigga
What you need?'
Hit the corner so narrow in a fly blue Camaro
A sparrow dodge a arrow but
Not a double barrel
We in a 7 Series Beamer
It's me and Nickatina
Ready to sexual harass a bitch
Like Martin did Gina
Committin' felonies and hella misdemeanors
A dog in the yard where
The grass is hella greener
Rap singer, a pimp done slapped Tina
I mack Nina from Black to Latina
Clean as Noxzema, quick to pop the nina
Got the money from the broad as
Soon as I seen her
Wilhelmina, Tina and Trina
Got dick by the bay on the Berkeley Marina
Don't mean to point the finger but uh
She got pancake, syrup and butter
Man, the way I smoke weed it's
Like death of a genius
Reappear, roll up, rise like the phoenix
This is not a remix, Nino, Felix
Put it in a capsule, seal it, deal it
How you want it, Nicky baby? Four times five
A quarter ounce of weed and
Some cherry pie thighs
Excuse me if I'm greedy 'cause I'm
Caught up in the lust
I'd lie if you want but I'm
A tiger you can trust
'Cause, I'm on Fillmore in
A white velour suit
In a blue Kangol, in my Wu Tang boots
With a back like a cobra, cursed by the mail
My manicured nails touch a triple-beam scale
Baby is a athlete, body like a star
Ya talking real bad, freak
Meet me by the car
Rested in two days i'm gettin' paid
Been on niggas head like toupées
I'm a thug, cuz, rob the blood out you gays
Cutthoat nigga, bitch, I scam 'em for days
On school days, I blew bays
Got ripped and fucked up
In new J's on two-ways I
Scritched and scratched up
I beat that batch up when
I found out she lyin'
Who she think I am, "Saving Private Ryan"?
I make ya town move just
By walking on ya block
Take the keys to ya city but
I still pick the lock buy a car and a Glock
Put the cash in my socks
Put the beat in the trunk so
Ya hear the shit knock
To hell with the law, the freeway's mines
So is your freak, radios and Alpines
Coke with a little bit of cherry lemon lime
Ya think of me ya think
Of big money every time
Candy coat shine like the trigger of a nine
Orca was a whale but Pisces is the sign
I got split personalities, I'm bipolar
You might see me with my
Italian stallion or my chola
Rap rock and rolla, I'm dope as yola
If you don't pimp her, I might like Dola
I'm riding in a big boat like Noah
With two women of each races, boy
I control her
A hoe, a hoe stable, I'm a mack and I'm ready
No dough, hoe? Debit that's right I said it
I grip my dollar bills like
My Caddy steering wheel
I'm not a chill pill freak, do what you will
Heart ticking like a time
Bomb eating spicy prawns
Man, it's the god of Khan, check it baby
Right or wrong man, look but don't stare
It's the crime rhyme king
With braids like a juvenile Khan, nahmean?
Went Bruce Springsteen in my
Anchor Blue jeans
Oh yeah, I'm in ya city, man
What's up with the weed?
Man, call all the Gs, and tell 'em all freeze
Andre Nickatina sayin' 'nigga
What you need?'
Hit the corner so narrow in a fly blue Camaro
A sparrow dodge a arrow but
Not a double barrel
We in a 7 Series Beamer
It's me and Nickatina
Ready to sexual harass a bitch
Like Martin did Gina
Committin' felonies and hella misdemeanors
A dog in the yard where
The grass is hella greener
Rap singer, a pimp done slapped Tina
I mack Nina from Black to Latina
Clean as Noxzema, quick to pop the nina
Got the money from the broad as
Soon as I seen her
Wilhelmina, Tina and Trina
Got dick by the bay on the Berkeley Marina
Don't mean to point the finger but uh
She got pancake, syrup and butter
Man, the way I smoke weed it's
Like death of a genius
Reappear, roll up, rise like the phoenix
This is not a remix, Nino, Felix
Put it in a capsule, seal it, deal it
How you want it, Nicky baby? Four times five
A quarter ounce of weed and
Some cherry pie thighs
Excuse me if I'm greedy 'cause I'm
Caught up in the lust
I'd lie if you want but I'm
A tiger you can trust
'Cause, I'm on Fillmore in
A white velour suit
In a blue Kangol, in my Wu Tang boots
With a back like a cobra, cursed by the mail
My manicured nails touch a triple-beam scale
Baby is a athlete, body like a star
Ya talking real bad, freak
Meet me by the car