ANDRE NICKATINA lyrics - Bullets, Blunts In Ah Big Bankroll

My Wishes

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[Verse 1: Andre Nickatina] Picture a blind man that can't see Meanin' the beauty he's supposed to see God, it can't be I slither low like a snake, the venom I spit uh make me shake Look at the cakes I baked Weed in my brain got me baptized Unless you talkin' bout money, you ain't sayin' shit rap wise I'm so addicted to red licorice and fine bitches Khan lives forever man that's my wishes [Verse 2: Equipto] My wishes, studio(?) intense wishes Bruce Lee, Tupac, and Jimmy Hendrix (?) still here to legalize it With no police around to ever read they rights It's how I roll, you know my lifestyle is gold Around the globe, they treat us like Al Capone Wish I didn't need a blunt in my mouth to blow But I'm so far gone that's how it go [Verse 3: Andre Nickatina] Yeah, two wishes and three bitches in the Cadillac They wanna hit the club and this is where the party's at Front line and in ya face like some gold teeth My homie said he's like a butcher 'cause he loves beef ...(?) and two doors on the cutty I had to laugh at him, cause that's my buddy We used to chase bitches so vicious it was delicious I heard a lil' genie sayin "Take more wishes" [Verse 4: Equipto] Wishin, why listen to a fool really give a fuck Don't interrupt you stupid (?), I lit the blunt We get ta cuttin' like a DJ do The game's sheisty like a NFL replay booth In your backpack party with all our throwbacks on Suckas stare like they're impressed, sayin "Oh my god" There go the whole back wall ...(?) playin' to win I'm in to win, I'm wishin but I couldn't pretend [Verse 5: Andre Nickatina] Shit, I side swipe you at the light just like a fender bender There go your brain, with the game, so you don't remember I'm block tonic off the chronic and I spit ebonics Colt 45 in my eyes, so ...(?) hypnotic The glock nine, some use it like a samurai Run for your lives, or picture bein' paralyzed I hold my raps with a grip of a rubber handle And when I'm gone, man you picture it on every channel In grey flannel, Nicky vest and name belt(?) When I was scarred by the game and the pain felt Excruciatin', no duplicatin' this fury Look at the lawyer with a grin for the hung jury Four wishes, more wishes, man and more bitches Man more weed, more G's, man and club bitches The rap scriptures, we hold them like the bible Imagine somebody shootin' at your idol ...(?), like Clorox make it fade Bust it 27 ways, we did it right away Sneak weed up in heaven with the switches Eatin' red licorice and lyin' with the bitches I hate to do dishes, in love with my riches Man it ain't suspicious why you sleepin' with the fishes These are my wishes, I got five wishes Prime time live, gettin' high off my wishes

December 4th

JAY-Z "The Black Album"
[Jay-Z's Mom:] Sean Carter was born December 4th Weighing in at 10 pounds 8 ounces He was the last of my 4 children The only one who didn't give me any pain when I gave birth to him And that's how I knew that he was a special child [Jay-Z Verse 1] They say 'they never really miss you til you dead or you gone' So on that note i'm leaving after the song So you ain't gotta feel no way about Jay so long Atleast let me tell you why i'm this way, Hold on I was conceived by Gloria Carter and Adaness Revees Who made love under the Siccamore tree Which makes me A more sicker emcee my momma would claim At 10 pounds when I was born I didn't give her no pain Although through the years I gave her her fair share I gave her her first real scare I made it from birth and I got here She knows my purpose wasn't purpose I ain't perfect I care But I feel worthless cause my shirts wasn't matchin my gear Now i'm just scratchin the surface cause what's burried under there Was a kid torn apart once his pop disappeared I went to school got good grades could behave when I wanted But I had demons deep inside that would raise when confronted Hold on [Jay-Z's Mom:] Shawn was a very shy child growing up He was into sports And a funny story is At 4 he taught hisself how to ride a bike A two wheeler at that Isn't that special? But, I noticed a chance in him when me and my husband broke up [Jay-Z Verse 2] Now all the teachers couldn't reach me And my momma couldn't beat me Hard enough to match the pain of my pops not seeing me, SO With that distain in my membrain Got on my pimp game Fuck the world my defense came Then Dahaven introuced me to the game Spanish Jose introduced me to cane I'm a hustler now My gear is in and i'm in the in crowd And all the wavey light skinned girls is lovin me now My self esteem went through the roof man I got my swag Got a volvo from this girl when her man got bagged Plus I hit my momma with cash from a show that I had Supposedly knowin nobody paid Jaz wack ass I'm geting ahead of myself, by the way, I could rap That came second to me movin this crack Gimme a second I swear I will say about my rap career Til 96 came niggas i'm here Good-bye [Jay-Z's Mom:] Shawn use to be in the kitchen Beating on the table and rapping And um, until the wee hours of the morning And then I bought him a boom box And his sisters and brothers said he would drive them nuts But that was my way to keep him close to me and out of trouble [Jay-Z Verse 3] Good-bye to the game all the spoils, the adreneline rush Your blood boils you in a spot knowing cops could rush And you in a drop your so easy to touch No two days are alike Except the first and fifteenth pretty much And 'trust' is a word you seldom hear from us Hustlers we don't sleep we rest one eye up And the drought to find a man when the well dries up You learn to work the water without workin thirst til die YUP And niggas get tied up for product And little brothers ring fingers get cut up To show mothers they really got em And this was the stress I live with til I decided To try this rap shit for a livin I Pray i'm forgiven For every bad decision I made Every sister I played Cause i'm still paranoid to this day And it's nobody fault I made the decisions I made This is the life I chose or rather the life that chose me If you can't respect that your whole perspective is wack Maybe you'll love me when I fade to black If you can't respect that your whole perspective is wack Maybe you'll love me when I fade to black [repeat 2 more times to fade]

Baby Phife's Return

A TRIBE CALLED QUEST "Beats Rhymes Life"
Phife: The mad man Malik makes MCs run for Milk of Magnesia Maybe that'll ease ya Master of this microphone mackin, master as in great I'll have your brain goin in circles as my style tends to ovulate I'm makin moves, never movies, that's why y'all MCs lose me Retrace, won't, so your stubborn like groupies Kid, you know my flava, tear this whole jam apart Fuck around and have your heart, like Jordan had Starks While you playin hokey pokey, there's no time to be dokey Cuz I come out to play every night like Charles Oakley Dissin around with wack rhymin You lose your grip from chalk climbin Let me take this time to say R.I.P. to Phyllis Hyman Who never got the props that she damn well deserved But see me, you don't wanna see me, cuz all MCs are gettin served The nerve, for you to even step to the Phifer I'll bumrush your set and crush your whole cypher Reserve, a spot for me in hip hop's hall of fame Cuz rappin ain't no game, big up your head and maintain Yeah, Queens forever in this piece crushin any beef Ain't nuthin sweet, the bakery's across the fuckin street Phife Dawg, swingin it back and forth just like Aaliyah Makin moves on your heart like that trick Tamia No doubt about it, I love hip hop to death But yo Tip, bring in the chorus cuz I'm losin my breath Consequence: A, yo, you know the deal when the diggy Dawg is on the scene We got the fiend bumpin straight from the borough Queens You know the deal when the diggy Dawg is on the scene We got the fiend bumpin straight from the borough Queens You know the deal when the diggy Dawg is on the scene You know the deal, ha, you know the deal Phife: Big up pop Duke, that's where I caught my athleticism My mama, no doubt, that's where I got my lyricism My nana, that's where I got my spiritualism As for Tip and Shah, they made me stop from smokin izm Now, when I'm with some cheese, I be lettin off gism Writin rhymes since Daddy Kane and Biz Mark was on Prism I gotta brave heart like the one named Shirley Chisholm As for my late twin, boy, I wish I was with him Got the Lightro in the back talkin bout (come on, get him) And when it comes to rhymes, no doubt, I flip em Sucka MC in my path, hey main, I say we ship him Money please, your rhymes are wack, say word, this geek is trippin Just because my name is Phife, my man, I'm never slippin I got the type of flave to have your ass straight bitchin For those who act cute, see I got them on mute Have you walkin through your projects in your birthday suit Cuz your style is off loot, so I played him like a flute If youse a sucka MC, then it's you I rebuke My style is, everday all day, similar to water Crushin MCs as if my name was Sargent Slaughter Keep shit hotter...than a sauna Or better yet, the hormones on your Christian daughter Hey, I tried to warn her My sounds the type to kill, like the grill on Lauryn Hill So all ya sucka MCs, y'all best go chill Bout to go to Union Square so I can see my care bear Singin good stuff in my ear, runnin fingers through my hair Represent the Zulu Nation with illy rap creations Just keep shit hotter than Death Row-Bad Boy confrontations Chillin with Fudge Love because he represents the Haitians Ya naw'mean Word up I just wanna big up everybody for supportin A Tribe Called Quest Through the years This be the fourth LP, you know what I'm sayin? Tip, Shaheed and Phife, Beats, Rhymes and Life Featuring my man, you know what I'm sayin, Consequence 192 is the area where we represent, for the ladies and gents, ha ha You know what I'm sayin? Big up Shaheed Muhammad, that's my man Christine, you know what I'm sayin, word life (fading out) The Abstract Poetic, rockin this track Bouncin it all over the place, in your face You know what I'm sayin? My man Lightro...

Let Me Ride

Dr Dre "The Chronic"
[Verse One:] Creepin' down the back street on Deez I got my glock cocked cuz niggaz want these Now soon as I said it, seems I got sweated By some nigga with a tech 9 tryin' to take mine ya wanna make noise, make noise I make a phone call my niggaz comin' like the Gotti boys bodies bein' found on Greenleaf with their fuckin heads cut off, motherfucker i'm Dre so listen to the play-by-play, day-by-day rollin' in my '4 with 16 switches And got sounds for the bitches, clockin' all the riches Got the hollow points for the snitches So would you just walk on by, cuz I'm too hard to lift and no this ain't Aerosmith It's the motherfuckin D-R-E, from the CPT on a ryhmin' spree, a straight G Hop back as i pop my top ya trip I let the hollow points commence to POP POP POP yeah, cuz if it don't stop I have to put my shit in reverse go back and take anothers stop Cause I'm (Rollin in my six-fo') with all the niggaz sayin [Chorus:] Swing down, sweet chariot stop and, let me ride hell yeah Swing down, sweet chariot stop and, let me ride with all the niggaz sayin Swing down, sweet chariot stop and, let me ride Hell yeah Swing down, sweet chariot stop and, let me ride [Verse Two:] just another motherfuckin day for Dre so I begin like this No medallions, dreadlocks, or black fists it's just that gangster glare, with gangster raps that gangster shit, that makes the gang of snaps, uhh word to the motherfuckin streets and word to these hyped ass lyrics and dope beats, that I hit ya with that I, get ya with as I groove in my four on deez, hittin the switches bitches relax while I get my proper swerve on bumpin like a motherfucker ready to get my serve on but before I hit the dope spot I gotta get the chronic, the Reme Martin and my soda pop Now I'm smellin like indo-nesia bus stop full of fly bitches and skeezers on my dick, cause my four on hit pancake front and back, side to side and all that shit So when I crawl I comes correct Now, if your bitch in my shit, it's your bitch you check nigga Now let the Chevrolet slide As I dip a nigga trip to the south side, yeah (Rollin in my six-fo') with all the bitches sayin [Chorus] [Verse Three:] Check this out The sun went down when I hit Slausson on my way to the strip, now I'm just flossin Checkin my rearview, cause niggaz they will do jack moves, black fools cause I smack fools Try to set me up for a two-eleven Fuck around and get caught up in a one-eight-seven but I don't represent no gangbang Some niggaz like lynchin but I just watch them hang so on, and so-on, why don't you let me roll on I remember back in the dayz when I used to have to get my stroll on Didn't nobody wanna speak; now everybody peepin out they windows when they hear me beatin up the streets Is it Dre Is it Dre That's what they say, every single motherfuckin day, yo But I ain't trippin I'm just kickin it While my deez keep spinnin and these hoes keep grinnin I'll be (Rollin in my six-fo') With everybody sayin [Chorus: to end]

Party Is Goin On Over Here

BUSTA RHYMES "Extinction Level Event"
Yo, ever since Jimmy Crack Con Rockin' on ever since the day I was born Yes we get busy whenever we have to perform Shaking your tooshie making your pussy get warm Ha ha ha until all you niggas is gone I be hittin' until the morning got you callin' my storm Bounce my niggas, bounce my bitches (Bounce baby!) With the shit that do really have all you niggas going crazy Suffer from headrushes while niggas be smoking dutches Bitches be gettin' all in and they rippin' they pants crutches Wiggle they belly buttons Ay, wait a minute I wanna get all in it Long as my shorty with it You know I'm comin' to get it Doin' it to you makin' you really wonder who said it Swelling your melon while you yellin' Now check out the credit Giving it to you makin' you gimme back more (Coming through too!) Yes and we be kickin' down your door Keepin' it raw my nigga Chorus: All my bitches right in the front sayin' 'Aahh' All my bitches way in the rear sayin' 'Aahh' Party is goin' on over here (Say what?) Party is goin' on over here (Say what?) All my niggas right in the front sayin' 'Ho!' All my niggas right in the rear sayin' 'Ho!' The party is goin' on over here (Say what?) Party is goin' on over here (Say what?) All my people up in the place sayin' 'Ho!' Let me just hear you some more Tell me what you lookin' for Told all of y'all already I ain't gonna tell you no more Hittin' you off makin' you niggas blast off! With some shit that'll be tearing your ass off Keppin' it comin', keepin' it movin', keepin' you wylin' We gettin' this paper let's keep the cheddar stacking and piling And now we happy and smiling cause now we living good Doin' it is how we be movin' it in the hood Wishing you could fuck around with me and my niggas How we double and wyle And double our bitches double our figures Turnin' you out Run from my niggas (No doubt!) Keepin' it blazing make all my bitches all shout Then I hit with the new make you take off your see-through While you peekin' around the corner baby I see you! Tell me what you gon' do I'm sayin' now I'm gon' have you wylin' until your ass drop Hit me off, yes now let me take it to the top We never stop my nigga Chorus: All my bitches up in the front sayin' 'Aahh' All my bitches up in the rear sayin' 'Aahh' Party is goin' on over here (Say what?) Party is goin' on over here (Say what?) All my niggas up in the front sayin' 'Ho!' All my niggas up in the rear sayin' 'Ho!' The party is goin' on over here (Say what?) Party is goin' on over here (Say what?) All my people up in the place sayin' 'Ho!'

Parking Lot Pimpin'

JAY-Z "The Dynasty Roc La Familia"
[Jay-Z] Yeh, it's that knock right here You fuck around not have the right speakers in your system your shit be soundin like this {*funny sounds*} Big thangs, thick chains, ain't shit changed Get brain in the four-dot-six Range Shit mayn, switch lanes Every town I hit you switch lames, bitch flip big 'caine I givin 'em whiplash when I'm whippin the whip fast Which one? Pick one nigga, I got a six stashed Continental T's, no tense like I got a thick stab Big cigar, old money, when I drop it it's so funny Six-four switches, slam doors on 6's Big trucks when I wanna fuck and it's time to get ass I turn automobiles to hotels on wheels I got money for a room it's just the fact that I'm trill Bitches love when I cruise up the boulevard They have contests to guess which car I'ma pull out the yard They know I, come for dolo and pull off with a broad Spin away, spend a day tryin to pull menage Just Mac (??) God, the sunlight hit the ice it's flawless Run lights like I'm the king of New York, I'm lawless Bitches, they wanna hang like plaques in the office Cause I push black Porsches, Benz's and Jaguars-es When the rag's off it, gat on my lap, I'm that cautious Never trust grimy-ass New Yorkers 'Specially when you're sittin on 20's they get nauseous Standin in the Azure with white air forces [Chorus: sung] You can catch me in the parkin lot Hollerin at bitches, parkin lot pimpin' Everyday we be off the chains Workin with grain, sittin on them thangs Tryin to find out where dem dollars at (dollars at) So when I holla at you, holla back (holla back) Everyday we be off the chains Ain't nuttin different, parkin lot pimpin' [Beanie Sigel] Holla at me mami! Sigel.. You can catch Mac in the parkin lot, pimpin crazy S-5, Navy 'Cedes, sittin on 80 That's four dubs, not S-4 dub Stash box, push out Will like Matchbox Bitches wanna push my world, they flash box 160, push my wheel, mash cops Cause 160 took my wheel to cash drop Run 60, you Big Will, match cop Lookin through the rearview and Mac was wylin New driver, screwdriver, the cracked steering column Pushin somethin stolen, blastin, picture me rollin Baghdad, couldn't picture me ?? Now the truth different, Mac come through Coupe roof missin I'm the truth til my fuckin roof missin Mac stay stuck in the Coupe to school pigeons Feathers gettin plucked in the truck from loose chickens, listen [Chorus] [Memphis Bleek] Yo, aiyyo I dip dip dive, what can I say? I can't fit 'em all inside the Escalade So I pulled up, murder to further my parkin lot pimpin Told 'em get the Impala so I can start dippin Lay back, seat recline, they notice the hand Car movin slow, driven by the invisible man Everything on the dash, digital and I got a fast stashbox don't make me spit at you man In the parkin lot, where I spark a lot I come to show my new feet, slide off with a few freaks Bleek, turn up the beats.. .. turn up the heat then we burn up the streets, bitch! [Chorus 2X]

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