Andre Nickatina, Equipto - Box of Lucky Charms lyrics

My mornin starts off with the
Chicken and the waffles
Baby said she never touched the
Hand of a Capo
Shoot at the reflection in the mirror of life
If you hit ya target then
They say you live twice
In a Box of Lucky Charms man keep a few G's
And never talk about the Trix
Kept up ya sleeve
Help you please, I'm all about greed
Make the crowd freeze, get the cheese
Then leave

Young Queez strike a pose like a statue
Brand new clothes too close, I'm at you
Bad News Bear, all you squares too late now
The Godfather said it best, pay style
Not a little bit, not even fifty cent
We don't trick one dime in the city pimp
West Coast, the blade or the esco
And a leaguer automatic at my next show

Pinky ring shinin like a baseball diamond
I was right there when a gangster start cryin
Twisted and wired, Gun-Mouth 4 Hire
The game that we in it except all liars
Fears and desires, no court room choirs
Forget about I quit, no one retires
It's who can maintain
As they ride on the flames
With gasoline, cop a new Beam
Get that super bad dime on the team
But don't lose focus on the ultimate scheme
See

We a fool, throw ya main bee's in the pool
No rules
I'mma have to take her back to school
Those dirty Macs, I'mma clown like Bernie Mac
Hit his ho cause she heard me rap
I got no time for your little small talk
All ya'll know 'Quipto play hard ball
Aw naw, fall off everything come in tie
'Till then just roll up and bust my rhyme

Ha hey hey my homies like
Clothes from Louie Baton
Now let the freaks in the house
Know the game is on
Jamal Wilkes, man I'mma pop that jay
You'll call me silk, 'til my dyin day
The Gods got angels with guns in hand
Man bullets that'll rip through
And fold the vam man it's sharks in the
Water for your daughter
And angels swim farther bitch
The sharks get larger
Cold money spender and not a money lender
Man let a quarter ounce break
Down in a blender
Man it's 'Quipto yo and A nickatina
It's like Joe and Darryl in shell-toed Adidas
I'm swimmin in the river of the Pheonix
Holla at me now ho forget about the remix
Because I'm reloaded and all the hoes know it
It might be candy painted but
It's never candy coated
Man it's like a semi when
I gotta tell you gimme
Reputation something like a hemi in a remi
See that car I'mma cop that God
Police ain't around gonna spark that God
Take this volume man cry about the pain
Or throw them dice and roll with the game

Roll with the game
My homie said feel my pain
Some said that he might rise again
Put ya flame to the sky and strike ya lighter
For Mac Dre just one moment of silence
Shh, huh yeah, burn ya backwood
Thizz Dance wipe ya sweat off
With a wrist band
Gone, just kick back, keep ya lip latch
Me with ya broke ho that's the mismatch
Not even if I'm blind and I see pitch black
Please believe I'mma have it
Down on this track one way or another
I gotta get ya break it 'til
The gon respect my get back
Yeah, get the boot like Sicily
You fool two cools how I hit the weed
Make sure the 'Sco go down in history
For the Cougnut, Hitman, and Mr cee
Let's blow

Women, dope, tanks, Courvasier
All because of my
Ability to communicate percisely