(A. Nickatina) My morning starts off with the chicken and the waffles Baby say she never touched the hand of a capo Shoot at the reflection in the mirror of life If you hit your target then they say you live twice In a box of lucky charms man keep a few Gs And never talk about the tricks kept up your sleeve Help you? please, I’m all about greed Make the crowd freeze, get the cheese then leave
(Queezy) Young Queez strike a pose like a statue Brand new clothes, too close as I’m at you Bad news bear, all you squares too late now The Godfather said it best pay style Not a little bit, not even fifty cent We don’t trip one dime in the city, pimp West coast, the blade on the esco And I leave her automatic at my next show
(A. Nickatina) Pinky ring shinin like a baseball diamond I was right there when that gangsta started cryin Twisted and wired, gun-mouth 4 hire The game that we it accept all liars Fears and desires, no court room choirs Forget about “I quit” no more retires It’s who can maintain as they ride on the flames With gasoline, cop a new beam Get that super bad dime on the team And don’t lose focus of the ultimate scheme See?
(Queez) We a fool, throw your main beez in the pool No rules imma have to take her back to school Those dirty mags imma clown like Bernie Mac Hit his hoe cause she heard me rap I got no time for your little small talk All ya’ll know Quipto play hardball On off all off, everything come in time Til then just roll up and bust my rhyme
(A. Nickatina) Hey, hey, hey My homies like clothes from Louis Vuitton Now let the freaks in the house know the game is on Jamal Wilkes, man imma pop that J He’ll call me silk til my dying day The gods got angels with guns in hands Man bullets that’ll rip through a Man the sharks in the water for your daughter And as you swim farther bitch the sharks getting larger Cold money spender and not a money lender Man let a quarter ounce break down in a blender Man it’s Quipto yo and A. Nickatina It’s like Joe and Darryl in shell toe adidas I’m swimming in the river of the phoenix Holla at me now hoe forget about the remix Because I’m reloaded, and all the hoes know it It might be candy painted man but it’s never candy coated Man it’s like a semi when I gotta tell you gimme Reputation searchin like the henny and the remmy See that car? Imma cop that, God! Police ain’t around? Gonna spark that, God! Take this valium and cry about the pain Or throw them dice and roll with the game
(Queez) Roll with the game, my homie said feel my pain Some say that he might rise again Put your flame to the sky, and strike ya lighters For Mac Dre just one moment of silence… Yeah burn your backwood Thizz dance, wipe your sweat off with a wrist band Gon’ just kick back, keep your lip latched Me wit your broke hoe, that’s the mismatch Not even if I’m blind and I see pitch black Please belive imma have it down on this track One way or another I gotta get your record til they respect my get back Yeah get the boot like Sicily, you fools too cool’s how I hit the weed Make sure The Sco go down in history For the Cougnuts, Hitman and Mr. Cee Let’s blowTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
