Andre Nickatina, Equipto - Purrfect Storm lyrics
[Andre Nickatina, Equipto - Purrfect Storm lyrics]
The purple in the paper
Get it poppin cause it's poppin put
The pimpin in the player
Paint the paragraph, the photograph
The platinum pearl pistol placka
Wake you up the mornin after
You know just what I'm after
I eat spaghetti with the tiger prawns
And like to buy, anything that my eye is on
I politic before I leave man
With the God of Khan
The ladies know me real well at the Autobaun
But my Mercedes, I whip it past
It's super bad
The color man'll hit you like a jab
That's where I'm at
I give a gun to the hands of time
So I can shoot, out a endless rhyme
I said you picture the
Perfection, it's an election
Of your connection
It's somethin like a model car collection
You hit 'em Qweez
Fuck the world they against me
For spittin my raps it's like a real deal MC
Nothin attached, I be married to the game
I'm life long with it, til they carry me away
Everything I say true
So you wonder where the time went
Situate studio time from all the grindin
See my life flash, I roll the dice fast
I can't even find time just
To sit and write raps you livin like that
Through the scratch I reversed the norm
Got sucked in by the Purrfect Storm
I can take it like a man
Break bread with the fam
These suckas is hatin
Cause situation at hands
Playboy I'm from the Fillmoe
Man aka Bay yola
We let our hair grow to our shoulders
Picture polorola
Man hit the freeway from the rollers
Man laughin with a mouth full
Of doja by the quota i thought I told ya
It through The Wire like HBO
My vogue tires say they rest to go
Man can you picture the perfection
It's like a weapon, a Smith-N Wesson
You askin me do rappers go the Heaven
Is that the question?
I keep it cozy like Movato
They split it down the middle like
A fiddle ma and Sato
I like to walk with Falco cause
She walk just like a model
My life is like a love letter
Find it in a bottle yo baby bubba
I hit the streets just like it's rubber
The way I bounce around up in
My car'll make you stutter
(can you picture the perfection)
Huh, you now, come on
Yeah, top notch caliber, underdog challenger
Manage to get, by everyday of the calednder
Worldwide traveler, pray when I'm landin
Rollin up tough blunts taste like candy
I'm the Weddin Crasher, dry like the answer
Bet over a G I'ma tell ya put cash up
Spittin like the last one, I'm a Sama-rider
Ever since the four, the one, the five
Man the four, one, and the five-a
Man I'm a fast driver
Banana Cream pie-a, baby you'se a liar
I suck up in the choir
Man picture the perfection
Man third row Fillmoe chair number seven
I was throwin like I'm wavy
The rap God's forgave me
And after thst day G, rock-a-by baby
(man can you picture the perfection)