Andre Nickatina - Show Gone Wrong lyrics
[Andre Nickatina - Show Gone Wrong lyrics]
It was a Saturday night and I had a show
I'm in my dressing room with Vaco
Bacco and some cats from the Mo
And they was blazing up the weed
To the lord Shere Khan it was a knock at the
Door "Are you ready god?"
I'm on the side of the stage
Man the place is packed
With dealas, feelas, niggas, women
Yea drugs and macks
I hit the mike like a bottle of Courvoisier
And just when I was about to
Play man it went this way
A gun was shot up in the
Place man bu-buck buck buck
I seen this cat by the
Bar gettin' stuck stuck stuck
And other cats by the bar
Man pulled out their Glocks
And that's when the whole place
Had got like piping hot
Man bitches screaming niggas screaming
Bullets flying bitches crying
Niggas fighting bitches fighting
It's kinda frightening
And all this at a show
Motherfuckers falling by the exit do' (door)
Gotta let 'em go gotta let them go
Niggas in here with a black four-four
Fuck this damn rapping show
Now it's 'bout to pop
Cause after that I think I
Heard like four shots
And all I remember after that
Was seeing the light
Security saying Nicky you goin' be all right
I'm hella numb and getting cold
Cause there is no pain
The bullets caught me as I was
Trying to get off the stage
I think about my momma yea you
Know the lord Shere Khan
And in the back of my mind
I wish I had some bomb
But yea homey macaroni-o this is it
I think this is the last rap I'm bout to spit
Kings of kings, lords of lords, gods of gods
Sons of so
I'm in my dressing room with Vaco
Bacco and some cats from the Mo
And they was blazing up the weed
To the lord Shere Khan it was a knock at the
Door "Are you ready god?"
I'm on the side of the stage
Man the place is packed
With dealas, feelas, niggas, women
Yea drugs and macks
I hit the mike like a bottle of Courvoisier
And just when I was about to
Play man it went this way
A gun was shot up in the
Place man bu-buck buck buck
I seen this cat by the
Bar gettin' stuck stuck stuck
And other cats by the bar
Man pulled out their Glocks
And that's when the whole place
Had got like piping hot
Man bitches screaming niggas screaming
Bullets flying bitches crying
Niggas fighting bitches fighting
It's kinda frightening
And all this at a show
Motherfuckers falling by the exit do' (door)
Gotta let 'em go gotta let them go
Niggas in here with a black four-four
Fuck this damn rapping show
Now it's 'bout to pop
Cause after that I think I
Heard like four shots
And all I remember after that
Was seeing the light
Security saying Nicky you goin' be all right
I'm hella numb and getting cold
Cause there is no pain
The bullets caught me as I was
Trying to get off the stage
I think about my momma yea you
Know the lord Shere Khan
And in the back of my mind
I wish I had some bomb
But yea homey macaroni-o this is it
I think this is the last rap I'm bout to spit
Kings of kings, lords of lords, gods of gods
Sons of so