Dressed in time to sip the wine and cover your head Nice of you to stay a few and bleed on my bed People flake, they wake and bake Forget what you
You think you've got me figured out You think you know what I'm about Don't believe what you read Half of the things you see Thought you'd figured this
[Andre Nickatina] Man, I'ma run my mouth and get your corporate account Bring my benz out in the middle of a drought I blow lye like its "God Bless
I was already there Just in another place Destiny hadn't brought us face to face What i didn't realise Is how you would change my life Turn me from a
(peter) ooooh i can show you the world shining shimmering splendid tell me princess now when did you last let your heart decide i can open your
Baby girl, I say tonight is your lucky night Peter Andre along with Bubbler Ranx pon de micc I stop and stare at you, walking on the shore I try to concentrate
(Juss woke up, head hurt...) (Coughing) Sorry Ike, I was only tryin to help you You? Tryin to help Ike? (Mack 10) Snatchin the bitches in the headlock
[verse one] In the blink of an eye You know your tiga can die I'm from the land of the 22, 44, 45 Riddles and lies is something we all despise So we look
I smoke chewy like a mothafuckin nut You got a gram bag hit the zags and roll her up 'cause a nigga like me can't fake it when I'm high Get the Visine
I used to laugh when I see dope fiends get beat Bleedin' all out they head in the middle of the street Shit, ball fights would go on in the park And like
child bustin it loud i stand still while i'll rap trying to move the crowd in my koneiact lounge position bullet shots rang right before in the mision muthafuckas thought andre
Don't push me cause i'm close to the edge I'm trying not to lose my head Sometime I sit alone And look deep into my soul And i starrin down at something
scottie,scottie scottie,scottie (andre nickatina) put the phone on ya but it's the booty call and I'm comin' ta bust nuts on all ya'll and I'm out half
(Dre Dog talking) Drop it Yeah! (yeah) Wasup? This is uh...one of those cocaine style raps (you can say that again) For the killas (the who?) The real
(Dre Dog whispering is in parentheses) [Dre Dog] ooh, here comes the sickest and the illest of them all (what's your name boy) they call me Dre Dog
(Whale calls) (Dre Dog talking) Hehehehe... Oooh... This shit is on beat.... Hehehehe... Man... Drop that shit boy... Hehehehehe... Fillmoe.... Hehehehe
it's mines i want that give me that ricky shake the party screamin "where the remy at" spinnin like some rims on some daytons and vouges and my my my
(Dre Dog) Muthafucka so I heard you like to run your mouth But eat this rhyme so you can taste what I'm a talk about That sewer rat mack in black is back
