Andre Nickatina "All Star Chuck Taylors" |
One thing I despise is these virgin suicides Shere Khan is something that the wind cries The way I collect is like a bomb threat meanin if you don't have my dough i'm a blow fa sho You better have heat when you hang with this villian meanin that its cold when I'm chillin Catch a feelin Slipped in on a banana peelin I seen them dead on the floor with the blood skeeted to the ceilin I was like yo how that happen? Chuck taylors down gotta keep on rappin The one bullet, the right place at the right time can turn a hell of a wave into a flat line my style don't pump no blood it pump weed and gasoline, Nicky Nickatine man ectasy'll twist yo spleen tell that to the freak in them jeans, know what I mean It's kind of ironic, make a phone call for the chronic And let my tigas hold the gin and tonic man i curse so much its blasphemy but I do what the rap gods ask of me Have heart, have hustle have heart if you dont have muscle buy the punk gear in the tuscle no love, unpassionate, blow weed in the face of the baddest chick yet spin like a cd, I try not to get sleepy on the grind when it's creepy, street gods wanna teach me pocahantes makin money for me bustin in the tee pee My All Star Chuck Taylors, stay laced like the mayor street ball court player rapid fire rhyme sayer you be like Nicky man no fair, real poppa I disappear like Jimmy Hopper reappear on Easter pants in the heavy starch crease-a t-shirts with the vest is feature miesha check it its the god of Khan Chuck Taylors down like the Ramadan catch a feelin, slipped in on a bananna peelin you got a scheme homie what you dealin man the bathroom tinted with the blunt wrapped dope in it Its like Popeye with his spinach run around like you playing tennis and you still aint finished international keep the party crackin like its pistachios the freaks got it poppin like a fashion show make a move with me birdy baby, grab the dough like a linebacka i got a gift like a blind jacka put a hole in your six packa the south paw with the lock jaw in the kitchen with the rock raw you remind me of cocaine and doo doo stains man its the shitty dope dealer dirty worm catapilla weed collide like the sun and the moon and I'm still trippin of that room with the blood on the ceiling catch a feelin my chuck taylors got me creepin and rap dealin come through and leave you stunned and in shock and leave my heart on your block like a lost glock in the bushes or woods man you do what you could with the little you got, are you cold or hot put it down with the plot, and got knocked and went to jail naked in your shoes and socks left it up to your woman man to move your rocks and the freak turned the spot into a hot box Chuck Taylors All Stars with our stars make my way to the bar and there you are Catch a fillin Hey sister give me some of that cheese Lyric from www.lyricmania.com |