Andre Nickatina

Andre Nickatina - Pitbull Terrier lyrics

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im from the era or rhyme, reagan
and from my dress code and my style tiga ya you know what im slangin'
valentine heart shooter
pinky nail for real and cant ya tell aint nobody cuter 

a pit bull terrier carries in the area 
and he really aint sharin ya 

add a two door straight pirrhana
i keep it sparked like a rear end six-four of an impalla 
skinny baby done dollar
and when i rip theese raps to gat ya back it aint no prada 
nicky is a matter doer 
yo whatcha get it for 
its like rain when the money pour 

hey a pitbull terrier carries in the area 
and he really aint sharin ya 

i keep it dark as darth vader 
i keep it cold as cream to make ya gleam with thirty one flavors 
three bullets just grazed ya 
and i cant believe we smokin weed the streets done raised ya 
it was the ultimate caper
and as the year pass i fear we talk about paper

pitbull terrier carries in the area 
and he really aint sharin ya 

ya see i step through whats up to all my nephews 
im leavin the suckers to super heros to rescue
and every attitude in the grill like respect do we crept through 
its been a long time we shouldnt have left you 
ima locate the spot ima go steak the block 
its nation wide knowin ima rotate the clock 
around timing rebudle and make it seem so drastic 
visual havin feel its no longer lasting
start the rhyme shootin computin with many brains 
no time for tootn' make a comback like eddy caine 
never cross game or piont with steady aim 
i put it so simple in the crookedest way 
ima brain wave, over-take, maintain, no mistake 
dont give a fuck i aint gonna wait 
knowin its more than me 
its weaker when you know that its right
i hold the mic with confidence like rollin the dice
 
sometimes im lucky as luciano 
and i collect little things like ships thats made in the bottle 
block monster ass steak 
butterflys surround my waiste i shake but still beat the case 
laid out like a bear rug 
beacause the way i sqeeze to make this cheese is somthin like a bear hug 
man i aint never met a fair thug
baby you with me or not cause you know i dont share love
i kick back in the twilight
man thats the wicked little brother of the thing we call the limelite
i switch lanes in the fast life 
and this psycic said i was king tut in my past life 
i looked at her like "thats right" yeah
respect the law the star born to break the law 
machine gun alibi, its like a lullaby
we smoke weed and we dont cry 

hey a pitbull terrier carries in the area 
and he really aint sharin ya... 
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Language: English

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