Andre Nickatina

Andre Nickatina - Da Spitz songtekst

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[Equipto]

Off to the races can't compare

Square repair a pocket aces

Check as I rock the place with

The way I spit all across the nation

I'm a hit know with aim so accurate

We act to the situation, passionate

I mean, no prince always clean

I squeeze and then pass it off to Dreez



[Andre Nickatina]

If you can hear the spitz, beleive me it's poppin' mayne

Hair pin trigger on a chopper mayne

Just shine my rangs and fat chains

Threw on my shades like Johnny Fontane

Dip through the waves that I made on a boat

Fillmoe City, baby king of the coke

I like C-notes in a Root Beer Float

Lookin' at your eye at the slink through a scope



[Equipto]

I smoke your grapes, then pour the Remy

On the interstate goin' over eighty

Give me instant play, I'ma speak the mouthpiece

South, East, North, West, don't you doubt Queez

All on the down beef, flip G's with a knot

"Believe It Or Not" like Ripley's

I got too much game to pimp thee

You hot, and your two shots quick but miss me



[Andre Nickatina]

Man check that temperature homeboy under the pot

My hood used to be called "Planet Rock"

Playa's real fast with the glock-a

Fillmoe baby, I can live with the saga

I live for today so I die for tomorrow

There's no such place if I take it too far-a

Nigga's want fame like Irene Cara

Andre Nicky from the Tyson era



[Equipto]

Shit, I'm still standin', it's real as rappin'

My ice cold fits with skills to match it

It's spitz like this gon' call it quits

Blow zips, split that, then swallow this

I'm high and tech, space age no games

Mile a minute, stay paid always

Box of bleezey's, lot's of weed

The more Hen, but then again cop a please like



[Andre Nickatina]

Man God gimme G's on the double, all through the wire

The bullets start to sing like a quire

The syle rotates like tires on the count of three

Blue suade, Wu-Tang Wallabees

I'm so fresh to death, you best grab your tech

It's like Fred G. Seffer when he grab his chest

For live to bit, cause I'm known to spit

Man something said I fold and crack your whip



[Equipto]

So stack your chips immaculate

Not long 'till I master this

Study the game, is money the same

Headed to the point, where nothing's the same

Count your pesos, spread out all on the table

Every single pimp in the Bay know

You take it serious to break a bitch

Go hard if she lace your bitch, like this



[Andre Nickatina]

Bigger, stronger, faster, better

But lighter, than a, pillow feather

Spit'z that a stop a bull six shots

That connect all dots and a rock your knot

Parade my game through the town, have another round

Look at how the God get down

Kamikaze shots at your fortune, here's another portion

Them hot little thangs be scorchin'

Spit a little, spit a lot or not

In the rain them thangs that go pop

Bring me back uo in the drop, roll up the pot

Sly like the fox, spin like a top

Dip up the block, and I love to shop

If you aint't gunnin' for me freak then bitch why not?



[Equipto]

Not no Cris' gon' get me tipsy

Di it like Cruise when "Business Risky"

Stayin' all high and I fly like frisbee's

But you can try chirpin', my circuit's busy

My purpose to show that I'm worth a milly

But don't go bad like Whitney

I like Whiskey, all in your liver and kidney's

On the hunt to bump me a Britney

I put her down right by Disney

Layin' demand I'm like "What is it"
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