[Intro: Excerpts from the film "The Gift"]



[Talking:]

Yeah, man I see you laugh and everything

You better catch you breath or something

YouknowI'msayin, or hold it, one or the other

YouknowImean, I'm bout turnin heads

Turnin tricks and then turn it in, youknowI'msayin

To daddy, youknowwhatImean, you intrigue

With the big leagues but these believe it's

Somethin real, you afraid of heights bitch

Cause I'm goin to the top



[Andre Nickatina:]

From all my broken dreams, came some fabulous schemes

I get to poppin like a pistol girl to get you on the team

Here's a telegram, I like my boots to be the Timbs

And I can see you from behind through my rims

Man, Grand Wizard, man take a look at what I've done

I used to rap in ya basement now they say I'm the one

I like to have a knot, I handle business like it's rocks

And let my mop blow in a drop, chop a hardtop

It's kill pretty through the city in the 'Moe

Man, though I'm a Pisces it's the tales of a Scorpio

I wear Polo, or maybe Izocc

You picture paradise it's really bout a bankwad



[Equipto:]

Your fifty toes up on the concrete

We exchange in pimp talk and pop Don P.

Roll out players in the latest draped in Coogi

Situatin all of my brides, like a blue team

Hotel to Condo, limozine dropped off

Threw on the blade, catch dates, dodge cop cars

All damn day, my mind stay awake

In Western Union for my game outta states

I'm keepin 'em happy, a peez paradise when they laughin

When everything done just for daddy

You can live lavy, everything in tie

So baby realize life just passed you by, bye



[Andre Nickatina:]

Shit, it's paper mackin so you don't end up in a station wagon

If John Lennon was here, he'd be like, "Girl imagine"

You so bad, cats like wanna take your photograph

Then wanna brag, an autograph, then made them strip like 4-4 mag

I got it goin on with vision of that Buttet Toffee

Mix with that Caramel Coffee, sittin pretty lokkin bossy

How we gon handle this and do it on a paper status

You best believe on twenty G's girl you a paper magnet

And other playas wanna knock ya like a Nakamichi

They playin soccer kickin game ho and tryin to beat me

But that's unholy, you need to be my goalie

And do it at your mannish like your Forty, it's federal



[Equipto:]

Tell 'em there's no limit, see baby just roll with it

Knowin it's so vivid, it's easily four digits

A day, when ya livin it way in too deep

You invision the game in your sleep



[Andre Nickatina:]

Baby wake up, and give your all like Rocky

Your friends try to tell ya no say bitch stop me

You start gettin cocky, just a little stocky

Never in the piper guide baby lookin sloppy



[Talking:]

Bitch talkin bout I'm throwin her off track

Or somethin mayne, I'm gonna put you on it

If anything, ain't no one track mind here

I got multiple places to sing though, youknowwhatImean



[Andre Nickatina:]

Alright, a brand new bottle of that sweet Arma Reta

Now pour a bottle of that sweet Arma Reta

Now take a sip of that sweet Arma Reta

Lucheenee fallin from the sky freak I'ma get ya

My gators is major they come in Jellybean flavors

The Banana flavors I be mixin with Vanilla Wavers

I like to go to boxing matches with the baddest batches

The way I see the cheddar from 'em give me hot flashes

I like to tip my brim and shine my rims like Billy Sims

I like to chop game with other cats and other pimps

It's so explosive man them heffas be like Holy Moses

They wear expensive clothing, thay smell like red roses

It's how the God's chosen and everything I never broke it

I need you hills and dollar bills to be your main focus

And I'ma check up on ya baby girl like soundscan

Or leave like Nino, D.G. Money, yo and Dunna Man

I'm not a stunna man, margarine no butter man

Played it together super wick, jamma number man

The caramel with the cream, the Alamo supreme

Grab ya tickets cause you rollin with a winnin team



[Equipto:]

Yeah, and chain gang on paper we catch flights

And land to get the bidness to crackin on that night

All my bitches in line like a ritual of mine

In her mind, she gon find that miracle of mine

And she shine along Whitney, c-notes crispy

A trip cause it gets so risky

A pimp-frem-shiffy, square be snitchin

Whisperin hoes if finger P ain't listenin

Choppin over topics, all up in the tropics

Cautious with it, gotta watch who what ya talkin

Often mislead and wanna live the life

The mo' sacrafice for a peez paradise, right



[Talking:]

To many hoes that won't come out right

Oh, I'm talkin bout the money cats