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Verse 1: Andre |
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NickatinaThe homie said, now we can chalk em like rocky if ya cocky when you knock me |
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Do it till we slap you or atleast until you drop me |
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Nicky back at you like star 6-9on the grind, on ya mind and im runnin outta time |
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You know that bay bridge heart kid run through my veinshang with me burn, let me pocket everythangcuz my 3 10 shoes they dont leave no cluesi bucka break the law, but i ****a follows through. |
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Holla backmy |
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Cardiar Savoir- |
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Fairei was born round i could never die square its like that... |
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The Jack:Turn up the knock, 7-7 pacshit the mini matchin pretty black boy countin wopssemi automatic cock cuz i dont trust that niggasmoking purple so i'm calmknow a known cat pillaeyes low gone im a stone crack dealersurrounded by monsters like mike jack thrillerride around strapped cuz i might jack niggassmokin purple like a motha ****ing nutyou see a small bank in the cuts hold it upcuz a nigga like me snorted out to get highfell in love with it had to stop fo' i dieyoung nigga early 90's pushin rocks so im flyeverday early mornin stackin paper gettin highdre dog in the deck will respect like |
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Pac niggaill let my tape rock till my tape pop |
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Andre Nickatina |
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I got a lifetime ghetto past if the money gonna lasthigh way patrol say i drive too fastman im a bank roll holla i told her blow her quotabut i know you want my picture in ya photo motorollain my leather hat man i let my curls hang outwe talking shit, down where the girls hang outthe homie said hes good with the weaponsand when it comes to bitches and clothes he's the freshesti think you get the messageits butter on the breakfast, toastand ill squeeze like a steak if you get too closei bucka bounce ****a fly with the flamesand pucka pucka party with my life in the gameyou know its all the same |
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The JackaThe |
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YAY AREA yeah boi that where im frompushed enough coke to have the whole world numbattempt to distribute, first case i runbreak a king down, sniff away the things i've donesmoke a zip, a two a day boi my memorys doneremember niggas injuries from the squeeze of a gunand held the trees in my lungspushin v's to the slumsbeen through so much shit they can't believe that im youngeyes tight like jet lee i believe im the onesuperb (???) watching allah i believe is the punwithout a blood test i cant believe thats my sonim just a huslah on the run,everday bendin cornershoes pullin up on us i'm letting out the smokepullin on a strong one straight out hyphy goinmuh ****a all that shitreturn a hardball nate is all i wishpasta and fish is a mobsters dishwe was blessed with the recipesearching for the rest of meblinded by the light, going on ecstasyif it wasnt for this gangsta shit i wonder where the west will be4 1 3 dont wanna die stand next to me |
