Andre Nickatina - Pick-Cha lyrics

(Long live the King)

Yo picture God a perfect cut diamond
Or bein the motha fucka
Man without even tryin
Livin like im dead to the world
With tickets yo and refferals
My hair is in a perm so
I can never have a curl
Man it's a bluebird on my
Shoulder can i kill it?
Man wakin up the bacon toast and
Eggs up in the skillett man can you feel it?
I cut you down like a midget
And when you see me make you
Feel just like a prision visit
Im such a (lizard?)
I want the flames in the fire
So there it is paint a
Picture fuck up my desire
You said you want style ill give
You style with drug lord flava
I make a pimp dance yeah
By shottin at his gatas
Pickin up the nickles n dimes
Like Jackal and Hide
The bounty is waitin for me up at Mt zine
Its primetime whos gon shine
From the raw rhyme
Picture a rollercoaster up in a boss mind
Real playboys have wings in the sky
Silently cryin out man please, don't die
Man gettin to the thick of it all
Man picture the brods man tellin ya call
But hopin ya fall
Sayin my name like King James no pad adriatic
Im paranoind but really don't panic
The life afta they say it's
Colder then the packers
All and the damn money in the
World is not a factor man true indeed
Upin the game with a mouth ta feed
I make a 360 spin homie rollin the weed
Roll the weed roll the weed
Long live the king
We take a sertain situation
To run an organizarion
Man bustin like a patient
Cooperation man seven years is what hes fakin
Now hes even more gangsta cuz
Hes rollin wit da nation now yourself
Then i will talk like greedy Gretchin
Man hear the confession of my priffesion
Is Secession of illegal weapons
Up in a dot daytona
My mexican girl she drank two coronas
And she know about the ayatolah
Im movin through the clouds
Youd better hold me down
Im smokin weed and im g'd and ready ta clown
I love ta see you drown you know I spit it
To get it to flip it
To sell it to air mail it to yo town
Im like electical current
The playa reffereant councourent
Because it's gonna hit the furnace
Man pitches the pictures of me
Picturin the bitches
And all up here sayin write the scriptures
It gets worse cuz mentally youre cursed
Youre livin in a verse
Sometimes it hurts but baby yeah
You know it works long live the king
Long live the king