ANDRE NICKATINA lyrics - Conversation With A Devil: Cocaine Raps, Vol. 3

5th Gear

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Fast lane baby, ain't nothin like it, some play it cool, Some get excited, hit 5th gear and you might get indited, Spend all your cash try to fight it and how ya like it, The nickatina roll dice - shoot craps, a brand new rap means a Brand new gat, some rather sit around and snitch like rats, Ain't no tellin' where I'm at on the map, my chuck taylors days Stay lays devine, look in the eyes of a rap gad laced with Rhyme, and it's a felony, and it's in druthers what they tellin' me, and in my mind yo that's a penalty, Man baby so mean, she wear those apple bottom jeans, 90 Percent cream, bumpin' the 15, night time got parlay, plucka Plucka, in the mix now ya cocksucka, I never leave it alone home, I love a big baked roll, in your Face freak with plain clothes, yea fly like a kite no cops in Sight, racin' through the city runnin'every red light, drivin' Like I hate my life, got a cairn in my vein and my brain ain't No wife, night time got parlay, plucka plucka, in the mix now Ya cocksucka, You get flavour like a skittle when I rip a rhyme riddle, your Face is in da pillow den I shoot it in da middle, ya 26 words In the alphabet, and I use all 26 to get there grips, cause You can see me on the highway, the plane, the plane mein, Nickatina lake for a slate again, with hot weatha, hot leatha And hot chedda, you bring the beats with the hot borettas, My souls controlled by the late billy holiday, me and eric Strung got all the way, rainy alarm with the charm of a nickel As barm, then I sell you somethin that shoot straight in your Arm, and get a plate from duct tape to wear the bait, some man Made jars didn't give a little shake, I hope ya got somethin, 4 Pound on your waist, because I drive like I don't have breaks, Cause it's, the fast lane baby, ain't nothin like it, some play It cool, some get excited hit 5th gear and you might get Indited, spend all your cash tryin' to fight it, Uh, you see I'm cold blooded, gary petters go glovin', lovin' To play it cool but we heat it like an oven, I bowl gord in Borgeon, with all fairness, ain't no turnin' back, I burn a Sack so careless, sly just like stone, high all alone, Glowin', rap crews oblivious all outta they zone, and I was Told to treat em cold, a blow, ever keepin' flow, there's no Reason to tell a leader, go, this is a rush, the outspoken in The pissed discussion, like N.W.A I'm always into somethin', And I'm a record like a athlete, out shone stampy, rollin' with Motha fuckas just doin the damn thing, livin' life too fast to Catch it but got it mastered, down, now get mad and lash out, Classic, genuine rappin', watch the boy play, can't escape the Game the range is point blank, When it come to cash yea man some might divide it, but when it Come to me don't try it, gotta com-plaint, boys ride toys on Chrome, baby you drunk, you need to go home, 15 quick and I'll Thug rug bone, first of the month and roll another blunt, Tonight I got cranberry juice in my cup, you starin' at a rap, Can't freak, what up, night time got parlay, plucka plucka, in Tha mix now ya cocksucka, Put on your seat belt, need help I'm about to go fast, no Bitchin' motha fucka, so don't even ask, forget about the past, You betta do the math, freaks tryin' to put their dirty hands On the cash, more keys than a piano, you like to travel, think All the fours that flows, reach the ammo, retreat to the Shadows, fire in the battle, you might see me on your Favourite news channel, 2, 7 or maybe even 5, money on my mind , you can see it in my eyes, talkin much shit I don't eva have to Lie, unless it's to a judge, but then I gotta grudge, a game Where there ain't no love, money, cars, strip bars and the Hardest drugs, night time got parlay, plucka plucka, in the Mix now ya cocksucka, night time got parlay

Dinosaur Song

JOHNNY CASH "The Johnny Cash Children's Album"
Dinosaurs lived a long time ago They were terrible lizards, don't you know? Some ate plants and some ate meat Some ate fish and some ate beasts One was called Diplodocus One was bigger than your school bus One was called a Triceratops Three horns to stop anything that hops Now can't you just see yourself walking along Leading your pet Trachadon or feeding your Brontosaurus Rex? Or scratching your Diplodocus neck Or riding on a Stegosaurus back or swimming in a Brachiosaurus track Oh what a time and oh what a fun Play and tag with your Iguanondon And if we had dinosaurs Now could they get along with a horse and a cow? Well, I wish they hadn't become extinct Dinosaurs would be nice pets and friends To have around to run outside And play with everyday, don't you think?

Be Mine

DAVID GRAY "A New Day At Midnight"
From the very first moment I saw you That's when I knew All the dreams I held in my heart Had suddenly come true Knock me over stone cold sober Not a think I could say or do 'Cos baby when I'm walking with you now My eyes are so wide Like you reached right into my head And turned on the light inside Turning on the light Inside my mind hey Come on baby it's all right Sunday Monday day or night Written blue on white it's plain to see That rainy shiny night or day What's the difference anyway Baby till your heart belongs to me If I had some influence girl With the powers that be I'd have them fire that arrow at you Like they fired it right at me And maybe when your heart and soul are burning You might see That everytime I'm talking with you It's always over too soon That everyday feels so incomplete Till you walk into the room Say the word now girl I'll jump that moon hey Come on baby it's OK Rainy shiny night or day There's nothing in the way now Don't you see Winter summer day or night Centigrade of Fahrenheit Baby till your heart belongs to me Thursday Friday short or long When you got a love so strong How can it be wrong now mercy me Jumpin' Jesus holy cow! What's the difference anyhow Baby till your heart belongs to me

Like I Love You

JUSTIN TIMBERLAKE "Justified"
(feat. Clipse) Just somethin' about you Way I'm lookin at you whatever keep lookin at me Gettin' scared now, right Don't fear me baby, it's just Justin It feel good right Listen I kind of noticed from one night you've got a full face It's kind of weird to me Since you're so fine If it's up to me your face will change.... If you smiling, that should set the tone Just be limber And If you let go, the music should groove your bones Just remember Sing this song with me Ain't nobody love you like I love you You're a good girl and that's what makes me trust ya HEY! Late at night, I talk to you You will know the difference when I touch you People are so phony Nosy coz they're lonely Aren't you sick of the same thing They say so and so was dating Love you or they're hateing When it doesn't matter anyway Coz we're here tonight If you smiling, that should set the tone Just be limber baby And If you let go, the music should groove your bones Baby just remember Sing this song with me Ain't nobody love you like I love you You're a good girl and that's what makes me trust ya HEY! Late at night, I talk to you You will know the difference when I touch you Yeah, you know I can make ya happy I could change your life If you give me that chance To be your man I won't let you down baby If you give me that chance To be your man Here baby, put on my jacket And then ... Maybe we'll fly the night away (I just wanna love you baby) Yeah, yeah, yeah Girl Maybe we'll fly the night away(I just wanna love you baby) Girl ... [RAP] Ma, what chu wanna do I'm in front of you Grab a friend, see I can have fun with two Or me and you put on a stage show And the mall kids, that's how to change low From them you heard 'wow, it's the same glow' Look at me, I say 'yeah, it's the same dough' We the same type, you my air of life You have me sleepin in the same bed, er'night Go rock with me, you deserve the best Take a few shots Let it burn in your chest We could ride down Pumpin N.E.R.D. in the deck Funny how a few words turn into sex Play this free, joint called 'brain' (I just love your, Brain) Ma, take a hint Make me suerve in the lane The name Malicious And I burn every track Clipse and J. Timberlake Now how heavy is that Maybe we'll fly tonight (I just wanna love you baby) Yeah, yeah, yeah Girl Ain't nobody love you like I love you (Can't love you like I do) You're a good girl and that's what makes me trust ya (Trust ya like I do) Late at night, I talk to you (Heyyyy) You will know the difference when I Break it down You know, I used to dream about this when I was a little boy I never thought it would end up this way, Drums (Hey) It's kind of special right yeah You know, you think about it Sometimes people just destined Destined to do what they do And that's what it is Now everybody dance.

Criminal Minded

Boogie Down Productions "Criminal Minded"
Intro: (sung by KRS-One to the tune of the Beatles Let It Be ) Boogie Down Productions will always get paid We'll take the wackest song and make it better Remember to let us into your skin Cause then you'll begin, to master Rhymin rhymin rhymin Verse One: KRS-One Criminal minded, you've been blinded Lookin for a style like mine you can't find it They are the audience, I am the lyricist Sometimes the suckas on the side gotta hear this Page, a rage, and I'm not in a cage Free as a bird to fly up out on stage Ain't here for no frontin just to say a little somethin Ya suckaz don't like me cause you're all about nothin However, I'm really fascinating to the letter My all-around performance gets better and better My English grammar comes down like a hammer You need a style, I need to pull your file I don't beg favors, you're kissing other people's --- I write and produce myself just as fast Keep my hair like this, got no time for Jheri curls Attractin only women, got no time for little girls [KRS sings again] Cause girls look so good but their brain is not ready, I don't know I'd rather talk to a woman cause her mind is so steady, so here we go I'm not a musical maniac or b-boy fanatic I simply made use of what was upstairs in the attic I've listened to these MC's back when I was a kid But I bust more shots than they ever did I mean this is not the best of KRS, it's just a section But how many times must I point you in the right direction You need protection, when I'm on the mic Because my mouth is like a 9 millimeter windpipe You're a king, I'm a teacher You're a b-boy, I'm a scholar If this was a class, well it would go right under drama See kings lose crowns but teachers stay intelligent Talkin big words on the mic but still irrelevant Especially when you're not, college material Wake up every morning to your Lucky Charms cereal DJ Scott LaRock has a college degree Blastmaster KRS writes poetry I won't go deeper in the subject cause that gets me bored It's a shame to know some MC's on the mic are fraud Sayin styles like this to create a diss But if you listen, who you dissin? See I am a musician Rappin on the mic like this to me is fine Cause if I really want to battle I will put out a nine You can see that Scott LaRock and I are mentally binded In other words we're both Criminal Minded Verse Two: KRS-One We're not promoting violence, we're just havin some fun He's Scott LaRock, I'm KRS-One Never off-beat cause it don't make sense Grab the microphone, relaxed and not tense You waited, debated, and now you activated A musical genius that could not be duplicated See I have the formula for rockin the house If you cannot rock a party do not open your mouth It's that simple, no phony cosmetics to your pimple Take another look because the gear is not wrinkled The K, the R, the S, the O, the N, the E Sayin rhyme for eighty-seven not from 1983 Well versed, to rehearse, and my rhymes are my curse Originality come first but the suckers get worse Allow me to include I have a very stable mood Poetic education of a high altitude I'm not an MC, so listen, call me poet or musician A genius when it comes to making music with ambition I'm cool, collected with the rhyme I directed Don't wanna be elected as the king of a record Just respected by others as the man with the solution An artist of the 80's came and left his contribution on wax, relax, there's 24 tracks After years of rocking parties now I picked up the knack Because everything that flows from out my larynx Takes years of experience and bottles of Beck's I cannot seem to recollect the time I didn't have sex Is it real or is it Memorex? I'm livin in a city known as New York State Sucka MC's gotta wait while I translate I hang with real live dreads with knowledge in their heads People with ambition and straight up musicians Although our lives have been so uprooted I have it included, you all get zooted So take each letter of the KRS-One Means Knowledge Reigns Supreme Over Nearly Everyone You look at me and laugh, but this is your class It's an all-out discussion of the suckas I be crushin So now you are awakened to the music I be makin Never duplicated, and also highly cultivated Don't get frustrated cause nothin has been traded Only activated, it came out very complicated Not separated, from my DJ You see my voice is now faded I'll see you folks around the way Criminal minded...

Scooby Snacks (Schmoove Version)

Fun Lovin Criminals "Mimosa"
- Everybody be cool, this is a robbery! - Any of you fucking pricks move, and I'll execute every motherfucking last one of you! Me and Fast got the gats; we're out to rob a bank. We got Steve outside carrying a full pack. Now everything's cool and everything's smooth. (Hey that's smooth) I walked up to the teller, I gave her the letter She gave me the loot with puckered up lips and a wink that I found cute, and I said, baby, baby, baby (Is this some Kharmic-Chi love thing happening here baby or what.) By that time Fast tapped me with the 9 he said it was time to blow, ya know. So out the door we go. Back to the ride with Steve inside and alive; off we drive I hurt my lower lumbar, you know we'll never get far, riding around in a stolen police car, so we dropped it off and piled in a Caddy; Steve was driving because I had to talk to my man about something. - Look, I don't know anything about any fucking set-up, you can torture me all you want. - Torture you, that's good, that's a good idea, I like that one. Running around robbing banks all wacked off of Scooby Snacks! (2x) I don't give a fuck about the hell's gate, ain't punkin' the crowd and I'm still standing up straight. So, we pull these jobs to make a little money; no one gets hurt if they don't act funny. On the way to the yacht, we almost got caught, fast is shooting mailboxes, not knowing where the cop is. They're at the Dunkin Donuts, adjacent from the Froman's whose mailbox fast had just exploded. They gave chase, but my man Steve is an ace; we lost those brothers with haste. We cast off and along we went off Bermuda to an island resort we rented. - Sonny, I need you cool, are you cool? - I am cool. Running around robbing banks all wacked off of Scooby Snacks! (4x)

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