Andre Nickatina, Equipto - Comb My Hair Like lyrics

I can see my reflection in my sons eyes
And when I see him I know
The Lord cried when Jesus died
I'm not a sane
I spread my wings like a Condor
I tell the bulls to come and
Get me like a Matedor
I rip the shade like the
Bullets in a thugs car
I'm located at the bar where the drugs are
I pack the house, I pack the party
All the God's know that
We like Democrats, politican on a batch
I spit raps, I comb my hair like God
Then hit other cities bumpin Playboy Todd
It's 'Sco love, we let the weed blow up
Make the money fold up, and not slow up
You know what

? up, I'm a Don P game runner
Smooth as silk, I spit milk and make butter
A cold heart, ryhme pays, mind state go-gart
You keep hustlin hard but go so far
I don't think they ever really
Heard of "Pimp's Blood"
They cuttin deals with bitches up
In the strip club that's fake money
I study and play day and night
If I'ma be in the game
Then I'ma play it right
We chops it up off Thizz and Backwoods
Let the ho choose you got the game backwards
Touchdown I'ma endzone dance
Any town I arrive I'm a Frisco mack
Kango hat, "The Gift", got my bankroll fat
I leave the square be, she a Castro fag
And mad because I'm vivid with
This and hoe knocking
True to the shit that I
Spit and won't stop it

The street gamble make you travel
And we can do it from the Pine Apple
All the way down to the Big Apple
I swing back and forth like a link chain
My homie came to court
Sportin Hema Mink mayne
I'm not a honor roll student
Is what you tellin me
Dare you to try to leave
Your country with a felony
It's like a symphony, man when you witness me
That Holy Water Bay game kinda sprinkle me
I comb my hair like God
Then hit other cities bumpin Playboy Todd
Man this is how we act, man but we don't act
It's like when a snake and a mongoose react
And blow back
I swim laps in the river of lust
With, no lifeguard watchin when
I splash and fuss
I put my soul in a number 2 pencil
Its sound like a bird
With a gangbanger whistle
It was all so simple
Miss me with the riddles
A cat fish hunter throw it
Right down the middle
Crack it for a triple, Ricky keep runnin
Cause everybody knows when the
Raps start gunnin-gunnin

Like channel 2 serve news on
The day she choose
EQ don't really hook up on no rendevous
Or any rain checks blase
Running the same shit
Life is what you make it
And what the game give
I'm the true and living, like a newer image
I'm trying to ball without moving my pivet
I got a way with it, icy stay fitted
Hyphy Bay living
I be laced in the monople fast track
Tell 'em where the stash cash
Baby is a car date, far from a lap dance
Still I'm a rap cat and I could tell you this
"I respect a hoe way more than a bitch"
Bitch