Andre Nickatina, Equipto - Lost Hawks lyrics
[Andre Nickatina, Equipto - Lost Hawks lyrics]
I'm Serious, like Steady B
I dip a Cadillac like Freddy B
I talk to these ladies like Schooly D
Cause, I can't have these ladies foolin' me
I'm bumpin' Thai Shaw, Pimpin' Hoes dot com
The mo' god'Khan in a new Sean John
Lost in my lusty ways
You see my face in a magazine
And can't turn the page
You see, i'm 'bout to get paid and
Not afraid to admit it
To fail's never part of the plan
I'm never quittin'
I always gave it all that I can
A little lazy
I (blow? record) like Chuck up on the daily
Adrenaline pumpin' like a piston
Got me so high I'm in the sky and I kissed it
Excuse me while I Jimmy Hentwist the rhyme
Hey Joe, could you tell me if 6 was 9?
You know I spit technique
To the freshest freak
Gimme a call you will see
Results in just a week
With the soul of a LOST HAWK
Is there a heaven for a Rap Cat, let's talk
Because it's hell for a Rap Cat, let's walk
Watch your spirit get knocked
Out the ballpark gold diggers stay after me
It's a catastrophe
Talkin' shit in the cheesecake factory
I'm feelin' high and the
Blunt ain't sparked yet
The truth hit the booth just
Like it was Clark Kent
No time for the weak games
The renegade freaks play
Follow the rules, old school, fuck a cliche
I'm to the point ain't no time to waste
Same rap, came back, hey just like mace
I'mma spray in your face, any day, any place
Cross the bay bridge rollin' with
Dre and we blaze
A chronicle, 30 of Kush up in the optimo
We roll trees by the bush when we rock a show
The push, I'mma refund mine see suckas
Lay 'em down with our machine gun rhymes
You might see me at my shows
In my Nicky Rose clothes
Standin' there just like a
Picture without the pose
Yes, y'all in the symphony call
Man, them hoes'll be talkin' bout
My rise and fall
How I did 'em all and was I born to ball
Yo, but not on the hoop court
But walkin' through court
My gun-mouth that made it way down south
With the whole strip scene tryin'
To figure it out
Without a doubt
I keep it movin' till my life is straight
It's all, Math, Science, Time and Space
I see the more money and these rhymes to make
I'm tryna seven figures like a license plate
Come on, I roll often, my destination unknown
The bizzle had me thinkin' "where
Did all the fun go"
Fast decisions made at the last minute
The cash flippin'
Fasho' we goin' past the limit
Gotta be greedy like Daffy cause
The money's like Taffy
Sweet like a Tina that's tryna get at me
The wings of an angel just cut my face
I couldn't say nothin' man, yo I spit my case
Playboy, it's like magic man, in a packet
Mad like an addict in the sports bracket
Spit hot nickels till they quarters, man
So put in my name with the eternal flames
I'm so hot, the track meltin'
Please the degrees that I kick
His black belt in freeze MC's into a gas
I blows mixed Purp with Hash
Do the math, young Queezy workin' the map
It's called class
Like Bob Marley lightin' a spliff
Only the lord know how hyphy I'll get
I'mma rip through the city and
Tell a sucka "try again"
You see me flowin' to this
Track like the violins
I dip a Cadillac like Freddy B
I talk to these ladies like Schooly D
Cause, I can't have these ladies foolin' me
I'm bumpin' Thai Shaw, Pimpin' Hoes dot com
The mo' god'Khan in a new Sean John
Lost in my lusty ways
You see my face in a magazine
And can't turn the page
You see, i'm 'bout to get paid and
Not afraid to admit it
To fail's never part of the plan
I'm never quittin'
I always gave it all that I can
A little lazy
I (blow? record) like Chuck up on the daily
Adrenaline pumpin' like a piston
Got me so high I'm in the sky and I kissed it
Excuse me while I Jimmy Hentwist the rhyme
Hey Joe, could you tell me if 6 was 9?
You know I spit technique
To the freshest freak
Gimme a call you will see
Results in just a week
With the soul of a LOST HAWK
Is there a heaven for a Rap Cat, let's talk
Because it's hell for a Rap Cat, let's walk
Watch your spirit get knocked
Out the ballpark gold diggers stay after me
It's a catastrophe
Talkin' shit in the cheesecake factory
I'm feelin' high and the
Blunt ain't sparked yet
The truth hit the booth just
Like it was Clark Kent
No time for the weak games
The renegade freaks play
Follow the rules, old school, fuck a cliche
I'm to the point ain't no time to waste
Same rap, came back, hey just like mace
I'mma spray in your face, any day, any place
Cross the bay bridge rollin' with
Dre and we blaze
A chronicle, 30 of Kush up in the optimo
We roll trees by the bush when we rock a show
The push, I'mma refund mine see suckas
Lay 'em down with our machine gun rhymes
You might see me at my shows
In my Nicky Rose clothes
Standin' there just like a
Picture without the pose
Yes, y'all in the symphony call
Man, them hoes'll be talkin' bout
My rise and fall
How I did 'em all and was I born to ball
Yo, but not on the hoop court
But walkin' through court
My gun-mouth that made it way down south
With the whole strip scene tryin'
To figure it out
Without a doubt
I keep it movin' till my life is straight
It's all, Math, Science, Time and Space
I see the more money and these rhymes to make
I'm tryna seven figures like a license plate
Come on, I roll often, my destination unknown
The bizzle had me thinkin' "where
Did all the fun go"
Fast decisions made at the last minute
The cash flippin'
Fasho' we goin' past the limit
Gotta be greedy like Daffy cause
The money's like Taffy
Sweet like a Tina that's tryna get at me
The wings of an angel just cut my face
I couldn't say nothin' man, yo I spit my case
Playboy, it's like magic man, in a packet
Mad like an addict in the sports bracket
Spit hot nickels till they quarters, man
So put in my name with the eternal flames
I'm so hot, the track meltin'
Please the degrees that I kick
His black belt in freeze MC's into a gas
I blows mixed Purp with Hash
Do the math, young Queezy workin' the map
It's called class
Like Bob Marley lightin' a spliff
Only the lord know how hyphy I'll get
I'mma rip through the city and
Tell a sucka "try again"
You see me flowin' to this
Track like the violins