Andre Nickatina, Totally Insane - Ike Turner lyrics
[Andre Nickatina, Totally Insane - Ike Turner lyrics]
(I don' know, my head hurt)
Sorry Ike, I was only tryin' to help you
You?! Tryin' to help Ike?!
Snatchin' up bitches in the headlock
It's that nigga the M-A-C-1-0
And Dre Dog straight doggin'
Punk bitches we be hoggin'
Yes we that niggas that holdin'
The corner with dunce hats, but fuck that
These hoes got a nigga on schizo, so Dre Dog
Get away back
And I be, that nigga IK-E, and we know
Who you gonna play, so sit back and be OJ
For now
We gonna plot and premeditate this murder
I heard a nigga say that you
Can't fuck with Ike Turner, so I'm gonna be
That nigga who put these
Hoes out blacked out, loc'd out
Ready to go all out and
Rip a heffa's grill out
So spill out your brains, bitch
All over the carpet i was in the market
You got caught as a target
No fuckin' mine you see the eye
Of me and you say gangsta
Gangsta, that's what they be yellin' for me
That nigga IK-E, nigga, aka murder
That nigga Ike Turner
Sorry Ike, I was only tryin' to help you
You?! Tryin' to help Ike?!
Sorry Ike, I was only tryin' to help you
You?! Tryin' to help Ike?!
Stir it
Yeah I'm gonna stir this shit like coffee
You hoes that wanna be bossy can't boss
Mac cause I'm gon' off the
Like spilled milk
Your blood will be runnin' off the table
The black bald headed captain's back so now
You got to pray for your life
As you look into the face of M-A-C
But, you don't see me you jus'
See the M-IR-A-G-E of me
And my axe as I crizack your back
For fuckin' with the Mac, you dirty-ass rat
See, I could be a good guy
I'd rather be a bad guy
And look deep in your izeye
Before I see you dizeye
You can fetch a dolla'
I love when I hear hoes holla'
And they choke
From my hands around they collar
The Graveyard is back and
I'm in all black and my eyes all bloodshot
Cause death got me locked
So, I begin to snap and
Dre can't hold me back and
Cause, I'm too far gone, nigga, too far gone
My baby mama hates me
I choked her till she couldn't breath
And tightened up, until I seen her nose bleed
I told you on Dre album choke
'em until they color switch
Jus' call me cleana man
Love to see your body twitch
I'm a crazy lunatic man, a murder man
But, you can jus' call me Mac-10
So don't cross me cause you will be off'd, G
Dre and Mac-10, nigga gone off the dark end
I be that nigga that be the
Mothafucka here, the mothafucka there
Knock a Tina out and have
Her sleepin' like a bear in the winter
You lookin' for the dragon then enter
I'm warnin' ya
Slapping you like Prince did Appollonia
So now, this endo got me snappin'
Like an alligator, temper up and down like
A mothafuckin' elevator
Serve 'em, I gotta get the mothafuckin' money
(right) then hit em with the force
Of a car-crash dummy
These hoes will have a muthafuckas
Heart on cold
Stoppin' mothafuckas like 4th and goal
And on 4th and goal, I'm legit for the blitz
But, I'm gonna set up in the middle for an LT
Hit like BAM bitch you think
I give a god damn?
Breakin' backboards on NBA Jams
You little heffa
I'm breathin' down your mothafuckin' neck
With reactions like a black hero, Vietnam-vet
Upset, like you lost a
Fuckin' million dollar check
To a heffa who's name was
Tattooed on his neck
Sorry Ike, I was only tryin' to help you
You?! Tryin' to help Ike?!
Snatchin' up bitches in the headlock
It's that nigga the M-A-C-1-0
And Dre Dog straight doggin'
Punk bitches we be hoggin'
Yes we that niggas that holdin'
The corner with dunce hats, but fuck that
These hoes got a nigga on schizo, so Dre Dog
Get away back
And I be, that nigga IK-E, and we know
Who you gonna play, so sit back and be OJ
For now
We gonna plot and premeditate this murder
I heard a nigga say that you
Can't fuck with Ike Turner, so I'm gonna be
That nigga who put these
Hoes out blacked out, loc'd out
Ready to go all out and
Rip a heffa's grill out
So spill out your brains, bitch
All over the carpet i was in the market
You got caught as a target
No fuckin' mine you see the eye
Of me and you say gangsta
Gangsta, that's what they be yellin' for me
That nigga IK-E, nigga, aka murder
That nigga Ike Turner
Sorry Ike, I was only tryin' to help you
You?! Tryin' to help Ike?!
Sorry Ike, I was only tryin' to help you
You?! Tryin' to help Ike?!
Stir it
Yeah I'm gonna stir this shit like coffee
You hoes that wanna be bossy can't boss
Mac cause I'm gon' off the
Like spilled milk
Your blood will be runnin' off the table
The black bald headed captain's back so now
You got to pray for your life
As you look into the face of M-A-C
But, you don't see me you jus'
See the M-IR-A-G-E of me
And my axe as I crizack your back
For fuckin' with the Mac, you dirty-ass rat
See, I could be a good guy
I'd rather be a bad guy
And look deep in your izeye
Before I see you dizeye
You can fetch a dolla'
I love when I hear hoes holla'
And they choke
From my hands around they collar
The Graveyard is back and
I'm in all black and my eyes all bloodshot
Cause death got me locked
So, I begin to snap and
Dre can't hold me back and
Cause, I'm too far gone, nigga, too far gone
My baby mama hates me
I choked her till she couldn't breath
And tightened up, until I seen her nose bleed
I told you on Dre album choke
'em until they color switch
Jus' call me cleana man
Love to see your body twitch
I'm a crazy lunatic man, a murder man
But, you can jus' call me Mac-10
So don't cross me cause you will be off'd, G
Dre and Mac-10, nigga gone off the dark end
I be that nigga that be the
Mothafucka here, the mothafucka there
Knock a Tina out and have
Her sleepin' like a bear in the winter
You lookin' for the dragon then enter
I'm warnin' ya
Slapping you like Prince did Appollonia
So now, this endo got me snappin'
Like an alligator, temper up and down like
A mothafuckin' elevator
Serve 'em, I gotta get the mothafuckin' money
(right) then hit em with the force
Of a car-crash dummy
These hoes will have a muthafuckas
Heart on cold
Stoppin' mothafuckas like 4th and goal
And on 4th and goal, I'm legit for the blitz
But, I'm gonna set up in the middle for an LT
Hit like BAM bitch you think
I give a god damn?
Breakin' backboards on NBA Jams
You little heffa
I'm breathin' down your mothafuckin' neck
With reactions like a black hero, Vietnam-vet
Upset, like you lost a
Fuckin' million dollar check
To a heffa who's name was
Tattooed on his neck