Andre Nickatina - Stress Factor [from "City On The Hush" compilation] Stress Factor

Don't push me cause I'm close to the edge
I'm trying not to lose my head
Sometimes I sit alone
And look deep into my soul
And I starrin' down at something
That's very out a control
Tolerence at zero
Emotions dead and gone
If indo was a pebble
Man consider me stoned
Patience low I rest to go
I got's to get ahead
Mothafuck these hoes
And them po-pos I gots to get my bread
The streets say nothing nice
They crooked like the idus
And everybody dippin seein
Who can get the highest
But check this out
Man, without a doubt
And about who's comin' fresher
And about that cab
And protect that ass
Don't panic under pressure
My stabbin' like a whip
Or better an alligator
Temper going up and down like a
Like a fucking elevator
Bitch I want it now
Don't give me no delay's
My hustle got me trippin
Liftin' from my turn away's
Man this life is real
No time to be an actor
And I'll play that no man
Let me know
It's just a stress factor
I want to grow old
Have a kid and a place to sleep
A down ass wife
And when I die I'll rest in peace
But man that's all a dream
This donja got me bleak
It got me feelin good
But I forgot what I did last week
Now look at my face
This shit ain't fake
The pain done turn to pressure
Every nigga that know man feel me tho
Don't cop down to a lessa
My mother woke me up
One day said "boy you gettin grown"
Your momma has 3 jobs
Your momma is gettin old
So I took it as a hint
When on my mission spree
Mind full of hatred
Got me fucka, time is hard you see
That monkeys on my back
And I can't get him off
So whatever I do
Mom it's just for you
No matter what the cost
I put that on my life
Everything I see is dark
Money is rare
But I don't care
Man stop that niggaz heart
He's comin like a big wheel
I'm comin like a tractor
Man take this hate
Run it's too late
Man it's the stress factor
Some think that I'm The Man
Some think my shit don't stink
But yes it do
I thought you knew
I'm not a coward or a fink
One side of my heart got love
The other side is hate
And boy that hate is stealin love
Right in it's fuckin face
Women ask me how I'm livin
I tell them day by day
With a donja joint
That lovely voice
Of Mr. Marvin gay
Man I gots to get away
That just might do some good
But every time I gets away
I miss the fuckin hood
My homie lost his job
He don't know how to react
So I do our thangs to help him out
Like took a little crack
But that shit's over rated
And it gets Complicated
But you would never know
From that cat flow
And the way the pictures painted
Motherfuckers whisper
And think I don't hear them
And wonder why I'm over high
And never will go near them
Much love to all my niggas
From workin' men to jackas
Cause no matter what you feel it's
Cause it's called the stress factor

Lyrics Detail for Stress Factor [from "City On The Hush" compilation]
Stress Factor

Song Title : Stress Factor [from "City On The Hush" compilation]
Stress Factor
Artist : Andre Nickatina
Album : No Album
Album Year : 2010

Andre Nickatina - Sunny Kim

Tales of two andres...

With the money and the drugs I can't resist
Like a frog princess that needs a woman's kiss
The way I get down is a tragedy
They say, “Yeah nigger, Your Majesty”
Mind goin' blind in the whim
Cover my eyes with the front of my brim
My still is the lady, yeah sun duck kim
I'ma 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 worn by Isis
Blowin' on weed in the eye of the storm
Gettin' snuck in the back of girl's college dorms
Homie now what?
Roll this blunt.
Nigga watcha 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'ma Capricorn
Man in a whim
I tip my brim
Still laxing kim, why ch'ou fuckin' with him?
Why you fuckin with him?
Pass the joint
Fillmoe Lakeview Hunter's point
24/7 there's junk to sell
An' no fairy tale
An' I wish you well
Because when I make bail
It's like the flames of hell
Or bullet shells that tip the scale
Or be washed around
Cause it's electric
You can detect it
You mother fecked it
It's gettin' kind of hectic
He's gettin' kind of restless
Mother fuckers out there say dat he's the bestest
I rides around in my car,
thinkin' about money and ménage a trios
No I'm not a star
Blaze this fly
Me and my nigga talk shit at the bar
Hahh
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 keen, nicky underwear
Ya pipe for a vine?
Little sher khan says “why smoke vine, it doesn't hurt your moms
And it keeps me calm
And that's how I'm God”

You gotta keep it sticky like Charlotte's Web
Blow a sack on a track, on a baller's bed
Hold out your hand baby, I'll read your palm
Like Kymo don,
My game is on
There're 32 papers in a zig-zag pack
It take two hos 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
And tell the grim reaper you'll catch the God
So fresh. (So fresh) So clean, (So clean)
You'll see Nicky T on flight six-14
Like Billy Sims I tip my brim
And Sunny Kim, why you fuckin' with him?
Across state, 'cross county lines
In your alpine is the master mind
Picture my Van Gough, Your flow design
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 Hyphee
Gin and coke Wu-tang in the Nikes
I could never cheat the game in my life, see?
O-khan I react like a Pikie
My ki'
Then Sunny called, Did you hear the phone
Because a real rap lord's been left a long
It's like rap-capone
With dallas chrome
Or Love Jones all in your bones
Treat a girl like a freak, then send her home
Like a ice-cream cone
My heart is cold
I'm kind of bold

Lyrics Detail for Sunny Kim

Song Title : Sunny Kim
Artist : Andre Nickatina
Album : No Album
Album Year : 2010

Andre Nickatina - Lyrical Lullaby

[Savage-C:]
A whole defensive line couldn't stop my rhymes,
I leave tricks flatlined with columbine lines
And crack spines,
I leave mics numb with morphine,
Your team could step and get blazed like nicotine,
Burned like gasoline in the tank of my beam,
Sunk like submarines while I fuck a marine,
I'm A Team, about to blow up like caroseen,
My flows is hittin like a pipe with no smokescreen
More lines than magazines, droppin verses like fumbles
... I turnbuckles in lyrical royal rumbles
While you bitches stumble, we shake em like runnin backs
Kickin up more dust than Carl Lewis runnin track
My flash then Kodak, kickin lip when I'm pimpin,
Bustas could'ntsee me with mothafuckin restrictions
I pop the clip in for suckas who start friction
To keep you bustas movin like this was an eviction

[Andre Nickatina:]
I'm from "don't five a fuck dot com"
I spit these raps like two gats plus the holy Qur'an
It's essential I bust like a block monsta,
Duck low from the blaze of this helicopta
Like Agatha Christie, you're dyin a mystery,
Because these streets are real, seriously
Buggs Bunny mothafuck you know who I am,
Rap gun slanger yo Simity Sam
Yo, spicy like Cajun rice, cold as ice
You rev like the Dodge Daytona with the pipes
My empires strikes back for tigas and Jedis
Lyrics that kill rhymes, 2 to the 4 5
My soul is the soul of a replicon,
Decepticon, and you ain't even met Shere Khan
Cause I'll bounce you like a Polo stick off a brick,
Then lose you in the smoke of the cannabis
Yo, the popeye crooked eye, strapped with a alibi
The only MC to shoot you a lullaby
Darth Vader force, of course, round the neck
MC slugs, of course, round the chest
This is how we blaze for Jah, rock your Kah
And tell those freaks to, yeah, drop your brah
The pisces killa whale is like a diary
And I'm a boss at what I do, you can't fire me

[Savage-C:]
I grab the mic and spit flows til I decompose,
I been screamin "fuck the hos" since I was an embryo
And fuck the radio, I'm stayn strictly underground
And,
Fuck a trick, I wouldn't save a bitch if she was drownin
2 10s poundin in my 325
Rippin 10 times 65, combined with 4 and 5
Comin straight from the west like a south paw crackin jaws,
A player with a bigger sack than Santa Claus
My shits raw, that's why I'm bout ta blow like land mines
Equipped with more lines than the New York Times
My rhymes is dope like a syringe of heroin
Cause I got my shit together like Siamese twins
You fake like a mannequin, your flows ain't tight
Bitch ass MC's could'ntsee me in daylight
And this collaboration, is for a classic compilation,
5-0s hatin, I'm hittin fences like immigration

Lyrics Detail for Lyrical Lullaby

Song Title : Lyrical Lullaby
Artist : Andre Nickatina
Album : Khan! The Me Generation
Album Year : 2010

Andre Nickatina - Big Cars Big House

I like big cars and a big house a bad bitch with a big mouth
Bitch whatcha money talkin' 'bout
Gimme five minutes and I'll turn you out
I like big cars and a big house, a bad bitch with a big mouth
Bitch whatcha money talkin' 'bout
Gimme five minutes and I'll turn you out

You's a bad ass yellow bitch that like to talk like hella shit
Bitch whatcha money workin' with cause everything else is irrelevant
I put that on the rhyme, the line, the crime and everything I do in time
Mutha fucka get outta line
Everybody gonna shine if you work that ass you fine
You can make my money stack
Do it back-to-back
Tell your girlfriend it ain't an act
If she really wanna go in the back
It's like the Olympics man she can hit the track
On the prowl just like a cat lookin' for the scratch
I think that you get the catch
This ain't no (?) match
'Til the sun come up that bitch ought to bring it back

I like big cars and a big house a bad bitch with a big mouth
Bitch whatcha money talkin' 'bout
Gimme five minutes and I'll turn you out
I like big cars and a big house, a bad bitch with a big mouth
Bitch whatcha money talkin' 'bout
Gimme five minutes and I'll turn you out

You's a supa dupa brown bitch
You top heavy and round thick
I have to crank the bass in my Crown Vic
Then drop you off so you can strip
Man the money it rains, it pours
Open up the doors
You get V.I.P galore
When it comes to my pimpin' I'll tell you more
You eat all up like a candy store
Hershey bars and Kit Kats
So that's why I love when you bring it back
And you's an Almond Joy eatin' all the boys
Showin' other freaks, ya, how to work a toy
And, man, just like a chocolate cake when you start to bake
Man I think about the money you make
And the look up on your face
When you see me in the building and I come in and blast the place
Walked up like (?)
I walk around like the president and I don't leave no evidence
Cause at the end of this night bitch I'm a (?)
And she smiled like the Cheshire cat lookin like China statue
Man it was super stacked
Man she worked the tricks for super scratch
And she talked them outta super rack

I like big cars and a big house a bad bitch with a big mouth
Bitch whatcha money talkin' 'bout
Gimme five minutes and I'll turn you out
I like big cars and a big house, a bad bitch with a big mouth
Bitch whatcha money talkin' 'bout
Gimme five minutes and I'll turn you out

You's a money makin red bone that brang all your bread home
Five foot nine and dead on
Them heels put you in a six zone
Packin' all kinds of bakery
This is a bitch that's meant for me
Shake what your mama gave to me
Bitch 'member when you said you wouldn't pay me?
Now everything you got I got
Believe me bitch you make a lot
Ballin' getting me precious rocks
Every Parlor at the shop
Getcha hair done and I'm sprung
You get more money at the club
Perm it hard, and curl it up
Shake it down and shake it up

Lyrics Detail for Big Cars Big House

Song Title : Big Cars Big House
Artist : Andre Nickatina
Album : Khan! The Me Generation
Album Year : 2010

Andre Nickatina - Tony Montana

[Chorus: x2]
This girl said I act like Tony Montana
When it comes to her I just can't forget the camera
Thick bitch but I really can't stand her
Somebody put on the new Jacka

Prime time
It all started with a fine dime
She make it warm in the winter time
But my heart is so cold from the wrath of the city streets
We might meet but we don't speak

Man I'm a 24/7 rap cat
Hair stay permed in a baseball cap
I slither through the town like a cobra snake man
The money she make be the money I take
I hit the bay bridge
NASCAR style
I drive so fast
Weed in my head
Foot on the gas
I look her in the eyes
But she already lookin' at me
She say Nicky-T I wanna be

[Chorus x2]

Let's go
It's like I just won the Lotto
From tennis shoes to high heels is my motto
I got her a iPhone not a Metro
And once again we on the road baby let's go
Picture every image at the line of scrimmage
And all the clothes and the money that might diminish
And while the wheels just spin on the luxury car
The ho be sippin that workin at the luxury bar

Prime time
It all starts with a fine dime
And even on a bad day yo she still shine
Man it's amazing how she keep her waistline
The type of body that make a car run a stop sign
I float like a butterfly
I spit a fly lullaby
Wear fly shades when I'm high
You can hit me when the money is froze
About time you touch down it should still be cold

[Chorus x2]

The world is mines
And that ain't no lie
Damn girl, you really like a dime
Your little red corvette that you be dippin solo
I'm your best friend and your Manolo
I ride through Coconut Grove
Lookin' for you
Where could you be
Are you hidin from me
I'm a junkie about the ends
And it's a cold dark night and I'm dippin the benz
With a blunt close to the window
Where did you go
All in the back of my mind I know
All the bread that she made for me
Man it's not gonna be there it's plain to see man

[Chorus x2]

Lyrics Detail for Tony Montana

Song Title : Tony Montana
Artist : Andre Nickatina
Album : Khan! The Me Generation
Album Year : 2010

Andre Nickatina - Nicky's (Strip Club)

Bitches take your clothes off
Homie let the money talk
I don't really care if you a baller or a big boss
(It's a strip club)
Bitches take your clothes off
Homie let the money talk
I don't really care if you a baller or a big boss
(It's a strip club)

Man this is the place to be
Man iced up to pay a fee
How many girls up on the floor?
I'd say about like twenty three
They like to shake it
They tell you "Homie drank it up"
And all the white girls like the brown girls with big butts
The Hennessy is fillin'
Man it's such a gangsta feelin'
Look at all the bitches as they walk around it's so appealin'
You know your supa chillin' when your money hits the ceilin'
This is what you really think about
Khan

Bitches take your clothes off
Homie let the money talk
I don't really care if you a baller or a big boss
(It's a strip club)
Bitches take your clothes off
Homie let the money talk
I don't really care if you a baller or a big boss
(It's a strip club)

(Yeah)
You wanna talk with her
Man then grab a drink and walk with her
And hit the champagne room and buy a bottle and get lost with her
Even my waitresses are super bad with super ass
Bringin' y'all the bottle
Askin her to join and she ain't mad
They like to click they heels
And focus on the dollar bills
The more they see the money is the more you see a better thrill
If you keep you keep it crackin' where the money keeps on stackin
I'm a tell you playboy
It's automatic
(Khan)
Bitches take your clothes off
Homie let the money talk
I don't really care if you a baller or a big boss
(It's a strip club)
Bitches take your clothes off
Homie let the money talk
I don't really care if you a baller or a big boss
(It's a strip club)

She really wanna do it
Man she really wanna make it
Man she really wanna grab it
Man she really take it
She like to do it naked even if the club is packed
Man as long as all the money is all there and it's super stacked
You know the stage is lit with money man all over it
With six or seven girls that can dance and they super thick
They straight doin' it
Nothin' here can ruin it
This is real talk
Where them dollas at?

Bitches take your clothes off
Homie let the money talk
I don't really care if you a baller or a big boss
(It's a strip club)
Bitches take your clothes off
Homie let the money talk
I don't really care if you a baller or a big boss
(It's a strip club)

Lyrics Detail for Nicky's (Strip Club)

Song Title : Nicky's (Strip Club)
Artist : Andre Nickatina
Album : Khan! The Me Generation
Album Year : 2010

Andre Nickatina - My Name Is Money

What's crackin everybody you probly know me my name is Money
And when it comes to me
Like all y'all want something from me
I got the pimps, the pushers, players, all the junkies screamin
Cause if they have no Money baby then they start to feenin'
I'm at the gamble shack
Sometimes they put me in the back
Sometimes the D boys put me where all the guns and all they dope is at
I'm in your pockets, wallets, purses all your hideaways
I'm probly the root of everybody's very violent ways

(Let me hold you)
(Let me hold you)

Yo, ask Obama he say straight up,
"Yo, I know that Money.
He's in my pocket and I dare you try to take him from me"
I know the Mafia
They love me and they treat me well
Man, they be askin for me even when they go to jail
I'm in the drug game so I know about them drug sales
And I be all on Wall Street so I know like when your stock fails
Some call me "Cash Flow" and I dig it like a bad ho

(Let me hold you. Let me hold you
This is what they say
(Let me hold you. Let me hold you)
Every single day
(Let me hold you. Let me hold you)
In a religious type of way
(Let me hold you. Let me hold you)
Let me touch you, let me hold ya, something

I'm at the crap table and some might say a dice game
And when it comes to me people will like argue kill and fight mane
They call me Ben Franklin, Benjamin and Young Benji
They call me Blood Money yo when the gangsters come and get me
They like to bury me and carry me in armored trucks
And just the other day man some kid said
"I'm strictly guaped up"
And all the politicians like to give me to they mistress
And all the broke bitches mention me in all they wishes

(Let me hold you)
(Let me hold you)

They make me rain at strip clubs like the weathers bad
And some might ask for more of me if your credits bad
Some spend me real fast man, like they know I won't last
And some like to put me away in big old Hefty garbage bags
Some call me Cheddar Cheese and they'll die for me you best believe
And they don't want me from Mickey D's
They wanna get me out this freak
I'm nothing cheap you need to hear it and believe that

(Let me hold you. Let me hold you)
This is what they say
(Let me hold you. Let me hold you)
Every single day
(Let me hold you. Let me hold you)
In a religious type of way
(Let me hold you. Let me hold you)
Let me touch you, let me hold ya, something

When people have me they tell other people that they ballin'
And all the strippers tell they boyfriends
"Hey yo, Money's callin! "
I'm all in Vegas I'm the number one priority
And I know every president so don't make me show authority
I know the coc dealers familiar with life pushing keys
And one name was Montana and he stacked up a lot of me
I'm all in bank vaults if I'm lost it's they fault
And I like all the pretty women that like to tell men what they cost

(Let me hold you)
(Let me hold you)

Some like to steal me, yo and lie to people that they did it
And even on they death bed they just won't admit it
You can't take me with you
Here's the issue
I'll forget you
And depending on how much you had of me that is why people miss you
They call Money mane you can mix me up with that honey mane
And anyone can be a boss but bosses know I'm running things
That's why all bums be thinking that I'm spare change

(Let me hold you. Let me hold you)
This is what they say
(Let me hold you. Let me hold you)
Every single day
(Let me hold you. Let me hold you)
In a religious type of way
(Let me hold you. Let me hold you)
Let me touch you, let me hold ya, something

Lyrics Detail for My Name Is Money

Song Title : My Name Is Money
Artist : Andre Nickatina
Album : Khan! The Me Generation
Album Year : 2010

Andre Nickatina - Popeye's Certified

I'm Pina Colada dropped Impala
Rubber band the big dollas
Runnin things they will remain
Rollin up the weed mayne
Jumpin outta a Lexus Coupe
M R G a kinda suit
Excellently tailored up
And don't forget the flavor,
What?
I'm super salty
Pretty Tony at the barber shop
Braggin how I'm blowin cop
Listenin to Royal Rock
Paper chasin
Paper runnin
Paper gunnin
Paper getting
Paper havin
Paper catchin
Don't forget that paper grab it
I got it goin on
Tell all them suckas go on home
Back up in the Lexus Coupe
Color man is two tone
Bangin out the Nakamichi
Get the yayo it's on to chi-chi
Now we gotta deal with Frank a pig that don't fly straight
I'm hot boilin water
Cookin crack up at the Carter
Man you think your freak is bad
Man my freak is way harder
I'm Popeye's certified a two piece meal and some small fries
Man my hair is super laced I don't know about them bald guys
They call me Ayatollah all up in your Motorola
Whether it's a ring tone or a picture in your phone-a
A lime in your Corona
A glock on your corna
I fire up in every club because I know the owner
Dive just like a Navy Seal
My homie got a burgundy Coup De Ville
Girls be love takin Skittles
But we know that's poppin pills
I like to put it down like?
Man boxin bettin on every round
Man at the fight we be talkin loud
I've been at this since Jaws was a goldfish
I'm a go like everywhere
Except maybe the electric chair
Man you can smell my hair
I'm fresh up out the shop
I'm back in the Lex Coupe bumpin Royal Rock
I'm like a new glock
Man or a hoop shot
So you can tell from the beginning that I'm trying to get you popped
I like fo tres I do it four ways
You might see me straight cursin out a meter maid
Lookin like the Lion King
Specially when I'm buying things
Eatin on some onion rings
Talkin shit in Burger King
I like to side talk all up on the sidewalk
All up in the shoe store and everything is getting bought
I roll in greenery overlookin scenery
She ask me what I'm thinking about
And, yo, I said "My jewelry"
She said "that's cool to me"
I read her like a eulogy
She said my party's hella crackin
I said "that's how it's supposed to be"

I'm a Jaguar in a foreign car
Knockin on the Pearly gates
Hittin on the marijuana
Money all Americana
I do it Das Boot watching tapes of Ronnie Moot?
Back up in the Lexus Coupe
Floatin like a parachute
It's my philosophy man of the entity
It's like I'm Kenny Parker runnin round with B. D. P.
Yo homie it's after eight
We goin down to the Lions Gate
That's the restaurant with the free Henn when you buy a steak
I'm like an earthquake
Shakin up the foundation
Figured out the combination
To your iphone application
I got the recipe the menu is the rest of me
My car does match my Jordan's and some say that was fresh of me
I'm like The Loch Ness sittin up in a dropped 'Vette
Hangin like a chain that you might see up on 'Pacs neck
I'm like the last poem
Tell them suckas go on home
How much yo is that cologne
I got it goin on
I'm like a new glock holdin down an old block
And even though it's crack rock they protect it like it's Fort Knox
We eattin pork chops with a real Muslim aura
We hit Hawaii like it's Pearl Harbor
Tora! Tora!
I might say neyamora
Or homie what's the score-a
And you can ask for what you want but I got nothing for ya

Lyrics Detail for Popeye's Certified

Song Title : Popeye's Certified
Artist : Andre Nickatina
Album : Khan! The Me Generation
Album Year : 2010

Andre Nickatina - Waffle House

I be sayin' "Bitch don't mess around"
Cause if you mess around
Bitch I'm a dip you through the town
About 3 A.M bitch meet me at the Waffle House
And if you show up then bitch I know you're gettin' down
I be sayin' "Bitch don't mess around"
Cause if you mess around
Bitch I'm a dip you through the town
About 3 A.M bitch meet me at the Waffle House
And if you show up then bitch I know you're gettin' down

From the depths and the rep from a 24/7 rap cat matchin flow is cashin'
The way you click your heels you like to do it with a passion
Don't worry about the paper
I can manage you precisely
My heart might be cold but the ism kinda icy
You got it goin' on now do I have to shake something?
She with her home girl so I don't' have to say nothin'
I campaign everything
Yeah I like to floss
I never shop at Ross and yo I never check the cost
She comin through the door man I think chosen up
In all the City blazed you might see me cruisin' up
Man I don't say nothing, man my car do all the talkin
And all it really says is,
"Bitch, you shouldn't be walkin, would you hop in?"

I be sayin' "Bitch don't mess around"
Cause if you mess around
Bitch I'm a dip you through the town
About 3 A.M bitch meet me at the Waffle House
And if you show up then bitch I know you're gettin' down
I be sayin' "Bitch don't mess around"
Cause if you mess around
Bitch I'm a dip you through the town
About 3 A.M bitch meet me at the Waffle House
And if you show up then bitch I know you're gettin' down

From the depth and the rep from a 24/7 rap cat known to match that
Brand new Benz yo I had to cop that
Straight up game and I'm known to drop that
A lot of money man and I'm known to count that
Whatcha really wanna know about that?
Being outta pocket is not about that
Six foot money maker I'm glad I found that
A Choosey Susie and I'm glad I clowned that
Man I really like to maximize
And somebody flies to collect the prize
And always looking for the best to buy
And clients old as Bob Barker
Nerdy like Peter Parker
Supa dupa bad when the money unfold
I let that bitch buy my clothes, my wife beaters my cologne
No new trick can take you home
I don't care if it's Al Capone
Flip the chips and flip the tricks
Then call another on the phone
Break it down like Indica
Man they all gonna wanna be a friend of ya
But makin' sure that they spending ya
Don't be telling people man that's kin to ya, shit
And do it man like a Kobe shot
Man it's my team winnin you like it or not
You can parlay at all the new hot spots
With all the Bentleys, Beamers and them drop tops
We like the newest clothes and keep an eye out for the newest hos
My favorites color green and gold
Bitch you gotta money pose

I be sayin' "Bitch don't mess around"
Cause if you mess around
Bitch I'm a dip you through the town
About 3 A.M bitch meet me at the Waffle House
And if you show up then bitch I know you're gettin' down
I be sayin' "Bitch don't mess around"
Cause if you mess around
Bitch I'm a dip you through the town
About 3 A.M bitch meet me at the Waffle House

Lyrics Detail for Waffle House

Song Title : Waffle House
Artist : Andre Nickatina
Album : Khan! The Me Generation
Album Year : 2010

Andre Nickatina - Contract Out On Cupid

Man I'm a king in my own rhyme
So you can picture what I am
In my own mind
And baby set your ears up for a cold line
And I ain't neva liked your ass bitch
The whole time
I like to take trips, buy clothes, yo
Get cars and stuff
My little RX7
I burned out the clutch
I gotta contract out on cupid
He runnin for his life cause he seen how I do it
Mix rap love with the bullets
Get ya blown away
On Valentine's with Jennifer Holiday
It's high fashion baby to the nines
Prayin' to the maker yo
While livin' in the rhyme
'Fore I leave the house I like to get my shoes shined
Then movin' the ride with interior design
I do it like (?)
Spend money like a Leo
A Pisces vertigo
Life like a Scorpio
And ya know that the flow I
Is straight for the dough
I need the dough
To get the freakin' from the rhyme
I get you freakin everytime
From the flow
Then playa pimp my playa pimpin' pimps like a pro
A supa dupa Coca Motorola G-I Joe

Man I've been fightin' my addictions with thangs
That make me addicted
Man welcome to the rap world
Baby girl it's twisted
Man treat a situation like a rental
Thank God I got insurance
We can trick it detrimental
Like jail sleep time I get down
Man welcome just in time so I could rock another town
Bought some new rangs
Sold all my chains
My lady put my hair in a bun when it rains
Co-Co-Cocaine
Is what the homies say
They gotta get it quick an sell it
Make their money stay
Fly by night
Fly harder in the day
Like Cheryl Miller's brother
Man they shoot long range
Put me in the game
I'll show you how to spend a grip
And though I like the number 7
I can roll a 6
I like to watch pancakes when they 'bout to flip
And with that syrup waitin' on em at a quarter to 6
And it's Nicky in em Jordan number nines
Walkin' outta Popeye's eatin on fries
(?)
My homie said "Reno"
I said "I'll drive"
Some think I'm Indian
I say "What tribe? "
If I was a judge I would take all bribes NO LIE

Lyrics Detail for Contract Out On Cupid

Song Title : Contract Out On Cupid
Artist : Andre Nickatina
Album : Booty Star: Glock Tawk
Album Year : 2007

Andre Nickatina - Baddest Bitch On The Planet

Could you be the baddest bitch up in the world?
Money ain't a thing whip cream with a swirl
Baby you could ball or bounce
Lip gloss, floss up your mouth
Can I get the keys to your house?
Your skin color keep 'em in a daze
It's somethin like a maze
All bad bitches get paid
Baby you can put me in your grand design
By lookin in my eyes for the dollar signs
Because your face so bright like Las Vegas nights
Fill 'moe down rap cat in yo life
Man other bitches hate all the time
Bitches tell lies
Feet hurt cause they wear the wrong shoe size
But yours is a body like a cruise
How could you lose?
Go and get the money from the foo's
Man everything back there is jelly
Made for those five star tellys
Cats can't wait to spend bread
Bitch go ahead
Do it like Simon Says
If it don't hurt it ain't done
Arch your back out
I'll pull a stack out that'll blow your back out
I like when your hair run wild in the wind
You and your girlfriend act like twins
But could you be the baddest bitches on the planet?
You got it goin on to where you man can't stand it
Well I'm not him
Leave that cat
Tell him you a ho and you like it like that
You think I don't like ya
You got it all wrong
I get goose bumps when I see that you call
You know that I'll ball like Barkley Charles
People like to stare when you walk through the halls
Put some steel in your heels
Chase the dollar bills and give it to a playa that's real
Because ya at least once a week she like to kiss another freak
Fine ass bitches sometimes don't speak
But bitch don't run from the ism
The ism ain't a track star leanin in a fat car
Bitches know I charge
I'm not a matador so you know I don't bull
Real bitches like to stay paid in full
Man, I don't do favors
This ain't no caper
Get my paper
Leather black calf high boots
Stuffed with loot
Attract those men in the business suits
You know I'm gonna lace you with game
Andre Nicky is the name
Dope bitch

Could you be the baddest bitch that exist?
Always top five in every cats list
It's never hit or miss you my bitch
Even Santa Claus gotta spend chips
It's a cold winter
I'm cold when I go get her
She wear t-shirt and panties that don't fit her
And I'm gonna get at least a rack you best believe that
I holla bout scratch like a real rap cat
I get it off top man like it or not
I let my perm blow in my homie's drop top
She latch like a garter belt make a trick heart melt
First rate, high rate
And he's heart felt
You's a bad bitch you know I gotta say this
You'd be somethin that I wanna run away with
But until then tell your boyfriend
It's quick cause I'm a bitch
I'm not your girlfriend

Lyrics Detail for Baddest Bitch On The Planet

Song Title : Baddest Bitch On The Planet
Artist : Andre Nickatina
Album : Booty Star: Glock Tawk
Album Year : 2007

Andre Nickatina - Book Called Fillmoe

I got the type of style that make you catch a case, It written all over my face
Glock Tawk
I park close to the side walk, and I'm fresh like the wings on a Colorado red Hawk
I got the type of style that make you catch a case, It written all over my face
Glock Tawk
I park close to the side walk, and I'm fresh like the wings on a Colorado red Hawk

[Verse 1:]
Don't leave baby, work till they close, that's how we get that dough
I almost let you pass, driving too fast, I had to take my foot off the gas
You look like something that was made for the center stage, just the look in your eye says get me paid. I floated on the scene like a butterfly, but did it like a bumble bee, so honey had to wonder why, now, you the whole truth-nothing but the truth- the rap gods baby sent me to find you put the game down, frame down, hey now picture what the broke bitch gonna say now cause they all know from the get go I say a verse from the book called Fillmoe.

I got the type of style that make you catch a case, It written all over my face
Glock Tawk
I park close to the side walk, and I'm fresh like the wings on a Colorado red Hawk
I got the type of style that make you catch a case, It written all over my face
Glock Tawk
I park close to the side walk, and I'm fresh like the wings on a Colorado red Hawk

[Verse 2:]
I'm kamikaze baby, I don't have no trust, lost in the world of the lust, looking for the bucks, sometimes you attract them ducks but everything is done on the hush. nightime is the right time and sometimes you get nervous at flight time but wonder what she get when it goes perfect the same night and you still want to work it, your dedication is emancipation, and you deserve a celebration like rick james I add sugar when the grits came which means were gonna be aright if the drought came, you get down with no shame and you can see I live my life in the Moe's name. You get down with no shame and you can see I live my life in the Moe's name

I got the type of style that make you catch a case, It written all over my face
Glock Tawk
I park close to the side walk, and I'm fresh like the wings on a Colorado red Hawk
I got the type of style that make you catch a case, It written all over my face
Glock Tawk
I park close to the side walk, and I'm fresh like the wings on a Colorado red Hawk

[Verse 3:]
It was a hard night, tricks just didn't bite, it's 4 and there's nothing in sight. I fly through like a kite music real loud I'm tired by the way you sit down, then somebody fell through, someone you knew, you knew you could get at least two you got hyped up for the rendevous just like a kite once again I flew, meet me back at the jones, that means home, then she heard the peel out from the vouges. and she knows that I like new clothes, she says freeze and I might say froze, Mercedes Benz over Cadillac though, sometimes we hit up them R and B shows then it's back to the grind one more time one more time means one more time do we ever stop it will tell in time but right about now you can't tell this time how much baby is your bail this time hope you don't have to go to jail this time on the rap gods you'll be missed this time but when you get out you'll be rich this time.

I got the type of style that make you catch a case, It written all over my face
Glock Tawk
I park close to the side walk, and I'm fresh like the wings on a Colorado red Hawk
I got the type of style that make you catch a case, It written all over my face
Glock Tawk
I park close to the side walk, and I'm fresh like the wings on a Colorado red Hawk

Lyrics Detail for Book Called Fillmoe

Song Title : Book Called Fillmoe
Artist : Andre Nickatina
Album : Booty Star: Glock Tawk
Album Year : 2007

Andre Nickatina - Bonus

[Shag Nasty:]
Go baby baby baby ooo check check

[Andre Nickatina:]
The homies said
Man we can trunk em like rocky if your cocky when you knock me
Do it till we sloppy or atleast untill you drop me
Nicky back at cha like star six nine
On the grind, on your mind and I'm runnin out of time
You know that bay bridge heart kid runnin through my veins
Hang with me bird let me pocket everythang
Cause my 3-10 shoes they don't leave no clues
I'll book and break the law but I'll fucken follow through
Holla back my cardier savoir's fair
I was born round I could never die square
So it's like that

Lyrics Detail for Bonus

Song Title : Bonus
Artist : Andre Nickatina
Album : Booty Star: Glock Tawk
Album Year : 2007

Andre Nickatina - 7 Letters Coked Out

C-O-C-A-I-N-E [x2]
This right here yo would never win a Grammy
It might get love at the port of Miami.
Crushed real fine for the the junkies off grimmies
All coke dealers say, "what's up king Nicky"
Cocaine rhymes designed up in the lab
Don't blame me the kids in rehab
I hit all colleges knocks 'em up
Every dorm that I go to they blow the stuff
Can't control the stuff, they're tryin to hold the stuff
And I can tell by your life baby girl your stuck on
C-O-C-A-I-N-E
Can I be your drug of choice cause I'm cocaine fresh
No need to look further cause your fuckin with the best.
Police scared on cocaine matters,
Cause drug dealers brag about who's car is fatter
But it's all a pattern like the rings around Saturn
Your out there in space going off free base
Too many 8 balls and hanger stealin from the mall
Give your grandma cause your momma don't care
Fast speed balls gotcha pullin out your hair
While the drug dealers all throw money in the air cause of
C-O-C-A-I-N-E
My homey says his go for 18-5
And with no wings we can make birds fly
And everywhere I go mother fuckers gettin high
And every drug of choice is at the top of the line
If you do it for the profit do it then lock it
And don't stop homey till the police stop it
Brain got the bends in the middle of a drought
And watch a broke bastard drop his mount
The Fillmore city knows cocoa leaves
I have your whole town coked out before I leave on
C-O-C-A-I-N-E

Lyrics Detail for 7 Letters Coked Out

Song Title : 7 Letters Coked Out
Artist : Andre Nickatina
Album : Booty Star: Glock Tawk
Album Year : 2007

Andre Nickatina - Pineapple Juice

Man that Hennessey and pineapple juice
Made that little bad bitch get loose
And oh yeah
It's a Fillmore drink
Bitch whatcha think?
I'm about sheer Khan and big bank
[x2]

Ya best holla back
The playboy with the cognac
You're right here
So who cares where your man is at?
If I was a singer
I'd prolly be El DeBarge
And just for you to hear my voice
Bitch I gotsta charge (yeah)
Mixed tape style
All in your face now
You're with me so you don't have to wait now
I triple beam scale priced my thoughts
I might buy something bitch
And don't check the cost (yeah)
In a plane flight
Ten after midnight
You gotta go to work bitch
Then Goodnight
Cause there's playboys here
That don't play around here
And this is what we say around here

Man that Hennessey and pineapple juice
Made that little bad bitch get loose
And oh yeah
It's a Fillmore drink
Bitch whatcha think?
I'm about sheer Khan and big bank
[x2]

I'm a loaded gun
I might bust if you try to run
Cause y'all run right back to the ism
Prism
I turn around in my Makeveli hat
I'm something like a cat
I do it for the scratch
Ain't no games like
The Price Is Right
Bob Barker won't be seen tonight
Unless he does like the rest of em
By appointment you can undress the bum
You gotta 24 Karat chain around your waist
Don't get out of pocket
Cause it's not your place
You make a dope fiend go from rock to base
And when you come back home
This is what you'll taste

Man that Hennessey and pineapple juice
Made that little bad bitch get loose
And oh yeah
It's a Fillmore drink
Bitch whatcha think?
I'm about sheer Khan and big bank
[x2]

Bitch by the way
You like to walk like a runway
And I bring out the Benz
All day on Sunday
Man it's something like gun play
Glock Tawk
And you try to walk your ass up a one way
And my mouthpiece tell you all about me
I like it when a broke bitch try to doubt me
My manicured nails
They like to touch mail
My clientele like to rent out hotels
No decoys here
Just playboys
And we ride around in cars that we call toys
Supa bad dime
Get a lemon lime
Get my drink and don't stand in line

Man that Hennessey and pineapple juice
Made that little bad bitch get loose
And oh yeah
It's a Fillmore drink
Bitch whatcha think?
I'm about sheer Khan and big bank

Lyrics Detail for Pineapple Juice

Song Title : Pineapple Juice
Artist : Andre Nickatina
Album : Booty Star: Glock Tawk
Album Year : 2007

Andre Nickatina - 3 So What A.M. So What

It can get real cold if you not standin' in the lobby
Girl you Kamikaze cause
I know you work your body yeah
You need to put me in your mind
Hit you with some baby oil
Yo everything shine
Dolce and Gabana
Ho it won't impress your mama
You roll around the city like your Lola Falana
It's 3 so what?
A.M so what?
Me and you talking conversation so tough
Really on the under girl I feen for your attention
But I gotta get paid for it
That admission
You can't be a Christian
Did I forget to mention
You gotta be a sinner
And a bread winner
No T-bone dinners
Maybe Top Ramen
Late night counting money with my bottom
It's 3 so what?
A.M. so what?
Me and you talking conversation so tough
It's sorta like ice the way we skate through the city
Even hockey players gotta say you look pretty
You gettin' every penny
You always say "gimme"
You wash the Heni down baby girl with the Remi
I hate to miss the phone when I see that you called
Cause I know it's conversation that'll make me wanna ball
You make money fall like snow in Minnesota
12 a.m. and there ain't no rollers
It's something like music when your heels hit the street
A symphony plays when you walk the concrete
And I love yo eyes cause yo eyes don't lie
I remember when I asked and you said that you'll try
Baby work your body like a rookie running back
My life is coping blows
Soul ain't never coming back
They all ran track like the (?) Olympics
I spit the gift so that made them all gifted
Now I remixed it
Put it in a capsule
Pineapple to the big red apple
Finish that Snapple
Don't leave thirsty
I still (?) the game first cursed me
It's 3 so what?
A.M. so what?
Me and you talking conversation so tough
Ya know I'm from the city of Joe Montana
My curls bang out like gang bandanas
Freak you bananas
Paying is a privilege
I look you in the eyes and say "the game did this"
Coconut future
Real Karma Sutra
I used to buy clothes from this fine ass booster
Now I'm with the roosters
When it comes to you
The way you hit the streets and the things that you do
Even politicians try to get you through the wire
Come back and tell me cause you know they all liars
Turning like tires so fast no brakes
Sometimes we laugh about the money you make
Cakes I bake
T-Bone steaks
Fallas that race to your face then chase
Let me lace you up
Roll up two blunts
Some think it late
But it's 3 so what?

Lyrics Detail for 3 So What A.M. So What

Song Title : 3 So What A.M. So What
Artist : Andre Nickatina
Album : Booty Star: Glock Tawk
Album Year : 2007

Andre Nickatina - W-X-I'll Tell U-Y

Rap cat on a tug boat
It's not a love boat
Have you ever seen Gators?
They swim
They float
And all flavors
That they got in the Now-N-Laters
My hat tipped like Walt Frazier
It's money and weed on mines
Hotel Flight
Eight "G"s on mines
I really don't have to see the time
All I really have to do
Yo is read the signs
Then I might
Rise like a mercury
Bitch give all your money to the worker bee
Because they call me
N-I-C-K-Y W-X I'll tell U-Y
Because I like that
High Fashion
Jane's Addiction
I do what I want
And nigga I don't listen
I shoot through the city like it's Camelot
Ya know I gotta get it crackin'
At the after spot
My heart is Polo
Just like the south
I run my mouth
I'm like a little kid
Runnin' through your house
Hot without a doubt (doubt)
That's why I ran when he pulled the gun out (out)
Man it's just like a rhyme
Chips stay so crisp
I eat alotta rice with my pearl chopsticks
It's all so clear
Like a vision
Baby can you add multiply with division?
And do it with precision
Like the hands of a surgeon
Bitch don't worry about the money I'm splurgin'
I like George Gervin
Cold in the spur of the moment
Bitch gave her number but I didn't want it
I'm N-I-C-K-Y
W-X- I'll tell U-Y
Put it in drive
Let the engine run like a faucet
If it don't run fast
Baby I'll toss it
I put it down like Lou Gossett
Rappin so heavy
Sometimes I drop it
Gotta Re-cop it
Blo
Re-Cop it
Gotta re-Cop it
Blo Blo Blo
Like C-Bo with his 4-4-4
Fill'Moe Fill'Moe
Co-Co-Co

I price my thoughts on a scale
Picture me baby
You can picture more mail
Things that sell
Cash for bail
And baby say she like shoes made by Chanel
And I
Focus like a telescope
Fire up the better dope
Like to wear a Pea Coat to hide a couple "C" notes
N-I-C-K-Y
W-X- I'll tell U-Y
I treat November like I treat July
31 days with 32 lies
Bitch step up
And you can claim your prize
You see dollar signs when you look in my eyes
Khan Allah
Is seen by a chosen few
I let the weed be the reason for the rendevous
And you can tell from my Gators I'm fresh
Hip Hop Cop
That's Elliott Ness
I like Vogues
Cadillac doors
Nosy ass bitches try to hear me talk to hos
But you get so close
Ya know I gotta plead the fifth
It's almost like your birthday when I spit the gift
And I'm N-I-C-K-Y
W-X-I'll tell U-Y
Bye
I'm back
Bitch did you miss me?
My money ain't stale
It's just a little crispy
I like Jack Dempsey
And Thomas Hearns
Brand new car with a brand new perm
Once again
N-I-C-K-Y
W-X I'll tell U-Y
Bye

Lyrics Detail for W-X-I'll Tell U-Y

Song Title : W-X-I'll Tell U-Y
Artist : Andre Nickatina
Album : Booty Star: Glock Tawk
Album Year : 2007

Andre Nickatina - San Francisco Bay

I bathed in the water of the wrath
I like to count the money
Bitch I like to do the math
You're sneaky like a left jab
Over hand right
I'm Friday night fights in the Memphis bright lights
I got a suit passion
I like to dress in the high fashion
Broke hos with good jokes keep me laughin'
I talk shit behind the tint of my Benz
As my driver goes 90 over da Bay Bridge
It's like smokin' weed all up in heaven
My God is a 7
And yo I'm a 3 11
That's 14
I sport Jordan's when I wear jeans
I'm in the hills of Tahoe throwing on my high beams
I like to wear rings
A couple pretty things
I sport leather on a bitch
If the city rains
We do drugs on a polar bear rug
If your man is a pimp
Don't expect no love
It's all upgrade
My new shades block the sun rays
Tupac on every Sunday
It's all upgrade
My new shades block the sun rays
Tupac on every Sunday

I unwrap the plastic off the swisher
Grab your telephone bitch
You can take a picture
Pour it like it's liquor
But move a little quicka
We live by the gun
So we die by the trigger
That's word of life
Man have you ever seen a fiend's pipe?
It's dark as 12 a.m.
Even in the sun light
I lose my train of thought until you say the cost
I gotta bookie that love when I take a loss
I gotta prohibition mind state
About the crime rate
No love bitch on a blind date
You get a repo reaction from the people
Down here we bump C-Bo
We sport Filas
And Adidas
And Perry Ellis
Them bitches maybe fine but them hos be getting jealous
It's high fashion
Car crashin
Suit matchin
Talkin shit on the freeway laughin
I gotta sweet tooth
I like candy paint
I talk shit to a bitch
Tell the ho "think"?
I gotta sweet tooth
I like candy paint
I talk shit to a bitch
Tell the ho "think"?

Get the New Testament
You get the tour and the estimate
Rhyme crime up in your residence
The camera lens is not a friend
It just offends
So I talk alotta shit behind the tint of my Benz
On I-80 880 980 580
280 Aw Baby
All aboard like a train
My young homie said he's like an old man
Cause he's gotta push cane
Like a dime
To design
It never rhyme
My soul it never dies just like the Holy Qur'an
And on the scale
It's like bail
And killer whales
Get at me early baby
Something like a clearance sale
I open up
I let you know
About the cost
I eat a pork chop with a deep money thought
I open up
I let you know
About the cost
I eat a pork chop with a deep money thought
Like a dead poet
And you know
Cause you show it
I'm driving down to San Jose and ya I like to floor it?
Like a dead poet
And you know
Cause you show it
I'm driving down to San Jose and?

Lyrics Detail for San Francisco Bay

Song Title : San Francisco Bay
Artist : Andre Nickatina
Album : Booty Star: Glock Tawk
Album Year : 2007

Andre Nickatina - God Gimme G's

[Chorus:]
Hold the ball 'cause you just might fumble
Goin' about 90 baby comin' out the bay bridge tunnel
God gimme G's on the double
Prime time trouble
Love to watch dope when it bubbles

[Verse 1:]
You must be screamin(?), get a dictionary for the meanin'
All up in the game like Willy Demon
Straight up schemin,.. (?) to a Motorola celly
Make sure the weed bag is heavy
I've never seen a vision of somethin' so rare
It was right there and I still had to stare
Two paint brushes for a masterpiece
If steak's on the plate then I have to eat
On it like a leopard,.. (?) chewy on you
... (?) when you see me come through
... (?), Chuck Taylor shoes
Don't ask me for no money, cause it really ain't coo

[Chorus x2]

[Verse 2:]
(?) is crazy, sucka don't slip in the game
Turn around baby what's your name
Spark like a flame, do a Jesse James
Hit you with somethin' that'll give you that pain
But anyway, (?) what you got the young friendly way
It's like livin' and dyin' like J.F Kennedy
Did you know if you control the chrome
Then you control the dough, that controls the home
Certified like a bank cheque, we'll take a rain check
And what's next,.. (?) smell like sex
And it's fun, livin' my life on the run
Shootin' at (?) with a Black and Decker nail gun

[Chorus x2]

[Verse 3:]
I represent like a sinner, eat a breakfast meal at dinner
Cheat just so I could be the winner
Who cares if ya mad? Run and tell ya Dad
I do a wrestle move then I put 'em in the crab, hah
Put me in the (?) when you commit that crime
If you get away best believe you'll shine
(?) general composed on your soul
And then you start to talkin' and braggin' to hoes
Hit the Cadillac with the beat on hit
Quipto sits on the Hennessey fifth
... (?)
Forever man, gotta get the chedda, whateva

[Chorus x2]

Lyrics Detail for God Gimme G's

Song Title : God Gimme G's
Artist : Andre Nickatina
Album : Bullets, Blunts In Ah Big Bankroll
Album Year : 2004

Andre Nickatina - 1 Of The Same

Ye ye yeh yeh
That's something right there
It's him, dat nigga, my nigga dem niggas; don't get no bigga

Just fuckin aroun' in the booth
Tell you a little something about dat nigga
Tell you a little something about my nigga
And I'm a tell you something about dem niggas
We all niggas
Even you Mc-peezy
You my nigga
Fa shizzle (my nigga)

I remember bein 8 with dat nigga
The knees I scrapped with dat nigga
And when I got hungry
When down on Haight with dat nigga
In stored taste with dat nigga
And then prayed with dat nigga
And got it straight with dat nigga
I saw my fate with dat nigga
Learned how to hate with dat nigga
I got in shape with dat nigga
I became great with dat nigga
I hung out late with dat nigga
Made my pace with dat nigga
When shit popped off
Evacuate with dat nigga... shit

Litte something about dat nigga
And den we got my nigga
And den we got dem niggas
It's a dirty game

I went to school with my nigga
I played hoop with my nigga
Got a loot with my nigga
Told all the scoop to my nigga
Looked at them too with my nigga
Is this me or you my nigga
Copped bitches, blue my nigga
'cause I'm true to my nigga
I came? with my nigga
Always on cue with my nigga

When it was who, my nigga
I told her shoo from my nigga
I eat glue with my nigga
I'm never through with my nigga
And when we needed some blunts
I bought two for my nigga
You see I'm cool with my nigga
Would know what to do with my nigga
What you wanna do my nigga
Be up till two with my nigga

Type of shit I do with my nigga
Type of shit we deal with dem niggas

So I got the book from my nigga
The shit I took from my nigga
The hos I shook with my nigga
I got off the hook with my nigga
You should meet dat nigga
Get a bite to eat with dat nigga
Make a beat with dat nigga
And hit the street with dat nigga
'cause I'm hella cool with dat nigga
I'm always true with my nigga
Done major shit with dat nigga
And I just can't quit my nigga
I had a fro with dem niggas
Always on the go with dem niggas
A lifetime both with dem niggas
'cause I'm both of dem niggas... shit

Little something bout dat nigga
And now a little something about my nigga
Den a little something about how I'm dem niggas
See I'm both of them mayne
Shit gets deep
Real deep
Like the eyes of Minolta
Bet your shit is open
It's a dirty game like I said
It's a 430 game
An S-430 game
Let it fade on out

Lyrics Detail for 1 Of The Same

Song Title : 1 Of The Same
Artist : Andre Nickatina
Album : Bullets, Blunts In Ah Big Bankroll
Album Year : 2004