Andre Nickatina, Nocturnal Hustlers - Honeycomb lyrics
[Andre Nickatina, Nocturnal Hustlers - Honeycomb lyrics]
I'm such a diamond back sparrow
Illegal drugs in a barrel
Had to shoot cupid with his own arrow
Makin' noise like SLOT machines
And when I CLOCK this cream
I'mma get up in your mind
Rap, GLOCKS, 'n thangs
And crash the party like the 5-0
But, I didn't come to break it up
I came to make the party way more live ho!
Situation's fornication
You never seen an occupation like mines
And the rhyme design
Flamboyant like the Liberace
Blow weed like kamikaze
To the bitches that really want me
To the niggas that never spot me
Throw heat like quarter backs
Down at the warder track
I gave ya money for dope
You bring the quarter back
Indica and everythang
And when the bell rings
It's like the twelfth grade tiga
Man we gon' sell thangs
Make trips to Hollywood, and Chicago
Down in the Florida Keys, and Maraco
My mother got a twin sister
Meanin' if I seen my mother's sister
I wouldn't know if it was my
Mother or my mother's sister
Aim like a P210, bullets that cut the wind
Brought up and born in the
Church with doin' major sin
On everything I'm in, this how I play to win
Just the sound of a lawsuit
Makes a tiga cringe cu-cu-cu-cut your body
Man Nicky very naughty, naughty, naughty
Naughty (Chorus - Andre Nickatina)
Man it's the honeycomb
You get your money gone
You either hoop, or rap, or get your blast on
Man it's the honeycomb
You get your money gone
You bring a sack of crack to the drug zone
Man it's the honeycomb
You get your money gone
Makin' cash so fast over a cell phone
Man it's the honeycomb
You get your money gone
You think it's jokes to crack
On your funny bone
My style is like a rifle, spittin' on rivals
And I put that on disciples in the Bible
I'm spiteful of crooked hoes, crooked po's
And crooked crows
I blaze studios with nuclear thorough flows
Mouth runnin' like a track meet
'No diggity' like Black Street
Lyrically we pack heat like
Jackas on back streets
Suckas is sorry like Atari
We're hotter than the safari
Talkin' shit like Charles Barkley off
A fifth of Bacardi
Burnin' sacks like Bob Marley
Hittin' j's like Iverson
Rhymin' doper than Vicadin the trunk
Boomin' like a Esiason
With more nuts than Murder Dog
We bust it like shot guns
Call me Tom Cruise because I
Bomb fools like Top Gun
I cover my ceilings with verses
To keep things under raps
And my floors with just to stay on track
Get it crackin' like pile drivers
The microphone MacGyver desire
To stay higher than five sky divers
And if 5-0 creeps
They gettin' shook like hands
While we slide out to the honeycomb hide out
Like champs
We block journals while blazin verbals
'til' our hands turn purple
You'll get jumped like hurdles
By Nicky and Nocturnal
Man it's the honeycomb
You get your money gone
You either hoop, or rap, or get your blast on
Man it's the honeycomb
You get your money gone
You bring a sack of crack to the drug zone
Man it's the honeycomb
You get your money gone
Makin' cash so fast over a cell phone
Man it's the honeycomb
You get your money gone
You think it's jokes to crack
On your funny bone
I got spit's like I had
A thousand pairs of lips
We never slip cuz we all about our grip
Don't trip we're the opposite of sluts cuz
We never give a fuck
And we crush what we bust
Credential city on the hush
Cuz I wipe the songs up on the microphone
Until the fights break out and
All the lights turn on
It's gettin' rowdy like bar fights
Know nothin' but hard nights
A Nocturnal hustler and I love
To play my cards right
So understand I'm the man in this
Steady chokin'
Always smokin' on the cannabis
Like the bodies in cemeteries
We stayin' underground
They told me drop it like it's hot
So I had to put it down
Man it's the honeycomb
You get your money gone
You either hoop, or rap, or get your blast on
Man it's the honeycomb
You get your money gone
You bring a sack of crack to the drug zone
Man it's the honeycomb
You get your money gone
Makin' cash so fast over a cell phone
Man it's the honeycomb
You get your money gone
You think it's jokes to crack
On your funny bone
Illegal drugs in a barrel
Had to shoot cupid with his own arrow
Makin' noise like SLOT machines
And when I CLOCK this cream
I'mma get up in your mind
Rap, GLOCKS, 'n thangs
And crash the party like the 5-0
But, I didn't come to break it up
I came to make the party way more live ho!
Situation's fornication
You never seen an occupation like mines
And the rhyme design
Flamboyant like the Liberace
Blow weed like kamikaze
To the bitches that really want me
To the niggas that never spot me
Throw heat like quarter backs
Down at the warder track
I gave ya money for dope
You bring the quarter back
Indica and everythang
And when the bell rings
It's like the twelfth grade tiga
Man we gon' sell thangs
Make trips to Hollywood, and Chicago
Down in the Florida Keys, and Maraco
My mother got a twin sister
Meanin' if I seen my mother's sister
I wouldn't know if it was my
Mother or my mother's sister
Aim like a P210, bullets that cut the wind
Brought up and born in the
Church with doin' major sin
On everything I'm in, this how I play to win
Just the sound of a lawsuit
Makes a tiga cringe cu-cu-cu-cut your body
Man Nicky very naughty, naughty, naughty
Naughty (Chorus - Andre Nickatina)
Man it's the honeycomb
You get your money gone
You either hoop, or rap, or get your blast on
Man it's the honeycomb
You get your money gone
You bring a sack of crack to the drug zone
Man it's the honeycomb
You get your money gone
Makin' cash so fast over a cell phone
Man it's the honeycomb
You get your money gone
You think it's jokes to crack
On your funny bone
My style is like a rifle, spittin' on rivals
And I put that on disciples in the Bible
I'm spiteful of crooked hoes, crooked po's
And crooked crows
I blaze studios with nuclear thorough flows
Mouth runnin' like a track meet
'No diggity' like Black Street
Lyrically we pack heat like
Jackas on back streets
Suckas is sorry like Atari
We're hotter than the safari
Talkin' shit like Charles Barkley off
A fifth of Bacardi
Burnin' sacks like Bob Marley
Hittin' j's like Iverson
Rhymin' doper than Vicadin the trunk
Boomin' like a Esiason
With more nuts than Murder Dog
We bust it like shot guns
Call me Tom Cruise because I
Bomb fools like Top Gun
I cover my ceilings with verses
To keep things under raps
And my floors with just to stay on track
Get it crackin' like pile drivers
The microphone MacGyver desire
To stay higher than five sky divers
And if 5-0 creeps
They gettin' shook like hands
While we slide out to the honeycomb hide out
Like champs
We block journals while blazin verbals
'til' our hands turn purple
You'll get jumped like hurdles
By Nicky and Nocturnal
Man it's the honeycomb
You get your money gone
You either hoop, or rap, or get your blast on
Man it's the honeycomb
You get your money gone
You bring a sack of crack to the drug zone
Man it's the honeycomb
You get your money gone
Makin' cash so fast over a cell phone
Man it's the honeycomb
You get your money gone
You think it's jokes to crack
On your funny bone
I got spit's like I had
A thousand pairs of lips
We never slip cuz we all about our grip
Don't trip we're the opposite of sluts cuz
We never give a fuck
And we crush what we bust
Credential city on the hush
Cuz I wipe the songs up on the microphone
Until the fights break out and
All the lights turn on
It's gettin' rowdy like bar fights
Know nothin' but hard nights
A Nocturnal hustler and I love
To play my cards right
So understand I'm the man in this
Steady chokin'
Always smokin' on the cannabis
Like the bodies in cemeteries
We stayin' underground
They told me drop it like it's hot
So I had to put it down
Man it's the honeycomb
You get your money gone
You either hoop, or rap, or get your blast on
Man it's the honeycomb
You get your money gone
You bring a sack of crack to the drug zone
Man it's the honeycomb
You get your money gone
Makin' cash so fast over a cell phone
Man it's the honeycomb
You get your money gone
You think it's jokes to crack
On your funny bone