Andre Nickatina, Nick Peace - Sunny Kim lyrics
[Andre Nickatina, Nick Peace - Sunny Kim lyrics]
With the money and the drugs I can't resist
Like a frog prince that needs a woman's kiss
The way I get down is a tragedy
They say "yeah Nicky, you're a majesty!"
Mind goin' blind in a whim
Cover my eyes with the front of my brim
I'm still with my lady, yeah sun duck kim
I'mma say it right here:
Why you fuckin' with him?
Why you fuckin' with him?
I'm a jewel-lord Jim
Like somethin' that's priceless borne by Isis
Blowin' on weed in the eye of the storm
Gettin' snuck in the back
Of girl's college dorm homie now what?
Roll this blunt!
Nigga what 'cha drinkin' out
Your new pimp cup?
Alcohol, yeah, with a little cranberry
Hit it long enough it start
To taste like cherry i'm in the door
Blow on the horn
These freaks be thinkin' that I'mma Capricorn
Man in a whim i tip my brim
Still ax'ing kim, "why you fuckin' with him?"
"Why you fuckin with him?" pass the joint:
Fillmoe, Lakeview, Hunter's point 24
7 there's junk to sell no fairy tales
An' I wish you well 'cause when I make bail
It's like the flames of hell
Or bullet shells that tip the scale
Homie watch the rail 'cause it's electric
You can it it's gettin' kind of hectic
He gettin' kind of restless
Mutha' fucka's out there say he the bestest
I rides around in my car
Thinkin' about money and ménage a trios
No I'm not a star blaze this lah
Me and my nigga talk shit at the bar hah!
Nah freak you can't braid my hair
So you can have me outta line like Huggy Bear
I got clothes to wear that don't compare
I get a flat, get a new car fuck a spare!
In my fresh new King Nicky underwear
Yeah, Paco Rabanne
Little Shere Khan sayin' "why smoke
And it keeps me calm and that's on God"
You gotta keep it sticky like Charlotte's Web
Blow a sack on a track on a balla's bed
Hold out your hand baby I'll read your palm
Like my game is on
There' 32 papers in a Zig-Zag pack
It take two hoes to make one track
They say Huey Newton took two in the back
What's up with that?
My dialog is in the rap catalog
Until the grim reaper, yo, the God
So fresh (So fresh) so clean (So clean)
You'll see Nicky T on flight 6-14
Like Billy Sims I tip my brim
Sayin' "Sunny Kim, why you fuckin' with him?"
Across state, 'cross county lines
In your alpine is the master mind
Picture my van Gogh
You wanna hear a cat' rhyme
That I hope is mine
"Come here, yeah baby" is my open line
"You gotta pretty face" dis' pisces's hyphy!
Kenneth Cole, Wu tang in the Nikes
I could never cheat the game in my life, see?
I react like a Pikey
Then Sunny called didja hear the phone?
Because real rap lord's been left alone
It's like Ralph Capone without his chrome
Or a Love Jones all in your bone
Treat a girl like a freak
Then I send her home like a ice-cream cone
Heart is cold khan y'er bold
This' all I got
Like a frog prince that needs a woman's kiss
The way I get down is a tragedy
They say "yeah Nicky, you're a majesty!"
Mind goin' blind in a whim
Cover my eyes with the front of my brim
I'm still with my lady, yeah sun duck kim
I'mma say it right here:
Why you fuckin' with him?
Why you fuckin' with him?
I'm a jewel-lord Jim
Like somethin' that's priceless borne by Isis
Blowin' on weed in the eye of the storm
Gettin' snuck in the back
Of girl's college dorm homie now what?
Roll this blunt!
Nigga what 'cha drinkin' out
Your new pimp cup?
Alcohol, yeah, with a little cranberry
Hit it long enough it start
To taste like cherry i'm in the door
Blow on the horn
These freaks be thinkin' that I'mma Capricorn
Man in a whim i tip my brim
Still ax'ing kim, "why you fuckin' with him?"
"Why you fuckin with him?" pass the joint:
Fillmoe, Lakeview, Hunter's point 24
7 there's junk to sell no fairy tales
An' I wish you well 'cause when I make bail
It's like the flames of hell
Or bullet shells that tip the scale
Homie watch the rail 'cause it's electric
You can it it's gettin' kind of hectic
He gettin' kind of restless
Mutha' fucka's out there say he the bestest
I rides around in my car
Thinkin' about money and ménage a trios
No I'm not a star blaze this lah
Me and my nigga talk shit at the bar hah!
Nah freak you can't braid my hair
So you can have me outta line like Huggy Bear
I got clothes to wear that don't compare
I get a flat, get a new car fuck a spare!
In my fresh new King Nicky underwear
Yeah, Paco Rabanne
Little Shere Khan sayin' "why smoke
And it keeps me calm and that's on God"
You gotta keep it sticky like Charlotte's Web
Blow a sack on a track on a balla's bed
Hold out your hand baby I'll read your palm
Like my game is on
There' 32 papers in a Zig-Zag pack
It take two hoes to make one track
They say Huey Newton took two in the back
What's up with that?
My dialog is in the rap catalog
Until the grim reaper, yo, the God
So fresh (So fresh) so clean (So clean)
You'll see Nicky T on flight 6-14
Like Billy Sims I tip my brim
Sayin' "Sunny Kim, why you fuckin' with him?"
Across state, 'cross county lines
In your alpine is the master mind
Picture my van Gogh
You wanna hear a cat' rhyme
That I hope is mine
"Come here, yeah baby" is my open line
"You gotta pretty face" dis' pisces's hyphy!
Kenneth Cole, Wu tang in the Nikes
I could never cheat the game in my life, see?
I react like a Pikey
Then Sunny called didja hear the phone?
Because real rap lord's been left alone
It's like Ralph Capone without his chrome
Or a Love Jones all in your bone
Treat a girl like a freak
Then I send her home like a ice-cream cone
Heart is cold khan y'er bold
This' all I got