Andre Nickatina, Equipto, Mike 2X’s - Knyte Rydah lyrics

Yeah, let's do it

My attitude stay cold like
"Scarface" Al Pacino
What is it Queezy?, let's roll
Now you wildin under the
Lights with Michael Knyte
The truth hurts in the day time and at night
Have heart, have hustle
My niggas and keep your game tight
Know what I mean?
The streets gon continue to watch
So I'ma stay fully loaded and copped
Like a detachable magazine
When I visit Reno I'm hittin the Silver
Legacy Casino in my camoflauge jeans
Made by Def Jam and my boots and the trees
Is sponsored by Timberland
Man everyday I'm just husltin
Bring a straight hungry, aggression
And passion just to keep this shit happenin
So watch how you roll
Game recognize game in a world full
Of haters and the po-po's
Man I'm tellin all my niggas man
Everything they glitter 36-24 ain't gold
I'm spinnin and sinnin on low pro's
Mike Myer, a knyte rydah
Tell her, youknowImean all in they face

I said "Now, Wow", baby came with a thou'
Young and actin like a Indian
Start askin how?
Tadow, see I got her all out of character
Hoppin on one leg she comin to America
Bark like a poodle, I'm all in the noodle
I doodle on the page and the game is brutal
I'm chillin
Like a cooler manuver like a Heimlick
MC's knowin I been cold since 9-6
My bicep flexin, while doin the high-step
Bounce, and I'll be +Gone
Till November+ Wyclef
Your highness, why they gon hate the skill
Took you under like the hood
Did ate and chill now it's crackin
I'm choppin in the bachelors pad
In the bathroom you won't find no maxipad
Roll up, from killin the swish and pass
Me that so quick
That's granddaddy in the Cadillac bitch
Fa sho
And she thought she couldn't get no higher
Until she really rolled with
Michael Knyte Rydah
Hi, I'm the supplier the shotgun sitter
Don't get upset because I'm
Not done with her, the Knyte Rydah

Yeah, all in they face mayne
YouknowwhatImean
It's my dot to e up in this coochie granny's
Up in the alley's, youknowwhatImean
In Cali, Frisco

In me eyes this freak said she saw Carnival
And she'll pay a lil' fee if
She can play and go
I like fine dimes, because I wear fine vines
Man walk with me baby we
Don't stand in club line
Baby night-time, night-ride cobra-cobra
A white Cashmere coat on my shoulder
Baby, you can lose jewels if you choose
I'm tyrin to get half of ya ass like the moon
I might do court moves just like the Doc
Or rip your whole community man
Like the crack rock
My Nakamichi bangs and my Nakamichi knocks
From the blood to the bones
And we still rep Pac
Lord of mercy, I give you water if ya thirsty
It's like a movie in the making when
These bitches try to work me
My vogue tires shine like the sun
And they scream from the curb like a home-run
Drop like a hot gun, hat low ready to flaunt
I don't need no menu I know what I want
It's like the seventh sign
I see my life on the computer line
It's like a treasure when you find mines