ANDRE NICKATINA lyrics - Daiquiri Factory: Cocaine Raps, Vol. 2

King Nicky's Crown

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[Verse 1: Andre Nickatina] My raps are like a cell phone rate, Cause they keep ringin all across the state. Hit the barbque party make a handsome plate, I give u hell untill I make it to the pealy date. Feel pretty, king nicky do it for the city, The spot got hot when they shut of the semi. Game is late with a straight poker face, My recipies cats all wourlin to taste, But wait it's the chef the new hockey ref, Cause I'm a cold rap cat till my very last breathe, yes, I crash cars with the melokie brothers. My horoscope told me there is no other. I rap everyday like a christmas gift, I stay hot at the head if the g's don't flip, but trip, Crushed velvet I tackle no helmet (wuh) I probly ain't shit if u let a freak tell it. [Verse 2: Lolo Swift] Wha (?) via pimp take it for what it's worth, Loli lo might mama never (?) (?) With the magnitude that you submittin' To the game brame watch this how you be forgettin Cut out your never next with the stylish jack Leave your ass for dead cause you be fuckin faggots BITCH Picture this superbowl sunday, Niggas shoottin craps in the kitchen (?) Bank robber (?) What ever you like pumpin I ain't from my abs Cause my ass is tight [Verse 3: Andre Nickatina] I write scriptures, For those (?) drug picture Treat the pain and make it feel liek a slug hit cha (?) I'm about to make bail The plan I got (?) cliental The killer whale goes deep benathe the ocean floor, And leaves dead MC's at the sandshore. The atlantic, man don't panic, you act liek u ain't never Get your ass kicked. I make money and for me it's sheer kind, Comin through, smellin good, park (?) (ooooh) All in detriot man they know my (?) Stretchin they necks tryin ta check the guy cause, I stay quite when my other niggas get loud I kick style with my silver tooth smile (cha ching) I cook rhymes on a cookie sheet While you play that top on a rookie beat WORD [Verse 4: Lolo Swift] Frankly, I'm about to spank thee On the microphone (?) Stitchin up your pain with my protocall You'll get your (?) Kidding, you see my devilsh grin I see the way you like sedating while I'm lickin my ends While u be gressin I'm progressin your the (?) First lesson compessin, cause (?) Is the first step to a cry (?) I'm a pimps grip (?) now really how far do you think the players Path gon getcha? c'mon nigga HUH HUH? Shiiit you know mackin is a game freak, and I'm a player But not for long (?) Shiiit, King Nicky in full effect I got coke dealers askin "What you doin next? " and check. Like the honycomb hideout hidaway, I don't drive nickatine I just fly away. Spread my wings like a vulture when it comes to this, Makin moneys more sweater then a tounge kiss. Shift the gears on my (?) like a (?) Back there I had you spinnin like a comacobie. Work the rap like a drunk work a bar tender, Shake it live like a colt 45.

Prowler 2

JAY ELECTRONICA "The Jay Electronica Project"
[Intro: samples Eddie Arkadian, the villain from "The Last Dragon" movie] Welcome to my little party in your honor The guest list has been compiled So that you go out in style You don't mind if my friends introduce themselves, do you Leroy Then let the games begin [Verse 1: Jean Grae] Back up in the booth and my "V" is for Vendetta Fuck the last rhyme To tell you the truth I got ten better I bend letters over til they look like "n's" And then offend so many men with them They look like fems I'm a feminine rebel Forever cleverer than your shit Never be level with niggas' shit My flow can float bitch Figure out the dosage to administer vaccines Sickness I invoke in close Considered the Black Jean It's Blakroc, it's Blacksmith Miss Grae and I'm back, bitch Hulk-smash harass a motherfucker most passionate Fashion plate, magistrate Fascinating lady, grab your Vaseline and masturbate Emasculate your manhood, possibly damn good Dismantle all your posse turn them pussy with tan hoods Don't push me, I don't land good Liable to fly up off the handle like a pan would And swoosh Hit. Mrs. Woods [Verse 2: Jay Electronica] Salt rivers flowing out my eyeballs Pierced side, broke legs, bearing my cross The old heads told me life wasn't a game But mine steady feeling like pinball, dodgeball Chasing freedom, establish a kingdom And build a stone castle out of thinwall, drywall I'm a keep going til God call or the sky fall Or they blast me on a grassy knoll and try to blame Oswald Average Joe Blow, mastering my mojo Cinder block, karate chop Practice in the dojo If it's so-so I'll probably be a no show Shooting the willy bobo out on Nostrand with the po' folks Black dragon rap Flames out the nostrils From Crown Fried to Roscoe's I'm spreading the gospel I overcame like the Saints done the Falcons Like Hoover did to Malcolm [Verse 3: Joell Ortiz] YAOWA Y'all know what the fuck I do Bubble gum buster, so easy to fucking chew Lyrics I blow bubbles to Unoriginal, it's easy to make another you Finding my telly keys the only way you'll get a W Niggas ain't grizzly Y'all all soft and huggable I came up in the gutter You came up like all the Huxtables You don't want me to black-belt-to-death you Karate chop your pops Liu Kang kick your nephew HIYAOWA To hell is where I send em Y'all just learned the art I been tighter than your denims I'll Ryu or Ken em I'm classic with the pen Give me five minutes I'll show you I'm deadly with the venom Poison with the darts See your boys be in the park My boy be in the park We annoying all the narcs We two different types, see, you spit what you write What I spit is the truth and truth comes to the light [Verse 4: Mos Def] Bang bang, tobacco road, smoke show, mofo sensei Blue cloak, red stripe, get right head shot Bass bang, necks crane, fresh construction when Ski percussion blend Auerbach "Boogie Man" Brought all my cousins again Sisters and brothers and em Bey's they center edge, overs and unders of them Ain't no fucking with them Ain't nan suckers within Never closed, hella flows Ice cold, never froze Me and the exceptionals Too high to get over on Abdul-Jabbar tippy-toes, game point Pick and roll, give and go No ordinary miracle Freedom fighters' spiritual Eagle eye aerials Sun spot, mountain top Fresh water fountain drop Open-eyed dreams Fresh green, quartz counter top The ashtray, that 3rd water Kings county rock Black heed powerhouse Can't shut the power out Tell 'em quit wildin' out Show ya what I'm bout about Tune in, senator This how you turn a party out She get fresh, yes, to help her stretch your body out Get live and hurricane black don will air your body out Cash and carry then I'm outty out ONE Center edge

Give It 2 'Em Dogg

SNOOP DOGG "Snoop Dogg Presents: Tha Eastsidaz"
[Goldie Loc] Give it up, give it up nigga, you know what's happenin Lil Goldie Loc'll keep the DoggHouse crackin, lackin We usin dubs for the subs and 15's for the tweeters posted up by The tray, like gangstas with the heaters Gangbangin is my shit nigga Is you still gon be my homie if I get a little bigger Fuck a bitch, never switches my motto And if you disagree with me watch out for my hollows Booyaka, booyaka, that's the sound from a cannon Ouick to leave a motherfucker dead right where you're standin You wanna roll with the doggs, but you can't You too busy ridin nuts fool, get out the paint HOOK: Snoop Dogg We came to give you what the fuck you want (Give it to em dogg, do it to em dogg....) We came to give you what the fuck you want (Give it to em dogg, yeah, yeah, bang bang...) [Snoop Dogg] 5, 10, 15, 20, 25, 30, ya bound to get dirty Ya herdy, was servin, birdies, for herby and scrappy That nigga lyin dogg go on and slap him That's probably how rumors get started See niggas be yappin off at the mouth And don't be havin their heart in Suckers, that's probably why I stay in the hills And let my pitbulls smash on niggas that feel I owe em somethin, dogg, throw me somethin Nigga throw me somethin, shit I'm doin badder than you And I aint even fakin or frontin So, quit the hatin 'fore I start dumpin I jump in the 8 5 0 and smash on out Meet me and Goldie Loc at the DoggHouse Smoked out, Hennessy and plenty weed Wit mo bitches, 4 bitches, some cole bitches, c'mon bitches [Tray Deee] We cold vicious, known pimpin, with no simpin Stone crippin, low clippin, 4's drippin Wet from my set, check my rep I'm a vet Ex-felon, never tellin represent it to death Pack my flag, wear khakis with that extra sag Mad dog in every last motherfucker I pass Never ask would I mash with the tray on my neck And my status been a classic I stay on the set Let it rain, let it drip, turn the change to chips Never nervous, stay in service from this gangsta shit Cool time on the grind never mind the danger Gun slanger, gangbanger, Long Beach mangler Bringa of the noise like the Real McCoys Niggas talk shit, walk quick or feel the toys We in this business to win this whatever the cost Goldie Loc, Snoop, and Tray Deee you're never to cross Motherfuckers HOOK

Steam

MICK JENKINS
Since oakwood I been moving this dope Tryna give you this truth, so potent, every line is Quote, 'overhit', I'm a fiend Niggas scratchin' like I been in the DJ booth I know that we ain't heard it like this since the South Side expected to be so uncouth, or allude Assassins made you believe that it's easier to coat with in the coupe You don't want this small water words that I wrote Puff puff to the joint, go pull They shootin' ova there where the youngins playn games Dubbed up, betta run no goose I know that you don't want no noose A lil' too loose with chores, betta choose yo sword, much wiser I'm tired to see this drink, more water Be the only time when I ever beat it down When I tell these niggas stink more harder A SPS scholar, pardon, I think more chader Momma had to think more further Pops never even thought about it Cops only seen one side, they can solve profiles Niggas don't doubt it, niggas already know mine Showtime, spit a couple clothes line While yo beat is superfluous, coat signed? Seven high King's drive picture me rollin' South Side, where they shoot magazines I'm alive, never picture me posin' I ain't neva did CQ And I ain't eve claimed GD I'm with my folks Know I got a gingerale with my smoke Know I got a pair of cuff with my loafs Do it for the free even when I'm broke College dropout, he drive slow Man we like the A-team tracks, like an A-bomb, I've been spitting napalm Tell me do you feel it, tell me is it burning? Tell me if you learning, tell me can you tell that this nigga is the realest? Nigga I'm a realist So many layers and it's really 'bout how many you peelin' back Give it to the people with appealing facts Make it so loud that you can still smell it from like Three blocks down when they seal the pack Send it thru the mail, you don't get it till like three years later, And it still a smack Some like how they brew and seal the Jack How can you hate on that? That's best I told y'all, I don't even know one win no debate on that I can bet on that I'm a keep droppin' bombs, I don't really gotta flex with that He don't stress fo' that, he don't even act stressed fo' that So if you wonder where the check for a nigga on his shit

Long Kiss Goodnight

Notorious Big "Life After Death"
[CHORUS] TIME, TIME FOR YOU TA DIE AS I KISS--YO--ASS--GOODNIGHT I make yo mouthpiece obese like delawese When I release, you loose teeth like Little Cease Nigga please Blood floods yo dungarees And that's just a half of my warpath Laugh now cry later, I rhyme greater than the average playa hater, and spectators Buy my CD twice They see me in the streets they be like yo he nice But that's on the low doe' be the cats wit no dough, tried ta play me at my show I pull out 4-4's, and go up in they clothes Short-change niggas snort-cane niggas extortion came quicker Bought the Range' nigga Ya still tickle me I used ta be as strong as ripple, till Little Cease crippled me Now I play hard-like my girls nipples be The games sour like like a pickle be Ya'll know da rules Move from BK ta New Jerus Thinkin bout, all the planes we flew Bitches, we ran through Now da years new I lay my game flat I want my spot back, take two Muthafuckas mad cuz I blew, niggas envious Too many niggas on my dick, shit's strenuous When my men bust, you just move wit such stamina Slugs missed ya I ain't mad at'chya (we ain't mad at'chya) Blood rushin, concussions, ain't nothing Catch canes, come out frontin Smokin something Sippin White Russians, bitch in the Benz bumpin I laced it wit the basic 6 TV's, a system, knockin Mase shit, face it We hard ta hit Guard ya shit, for I stick you, for ya re-up Wipe the 'P' Mix shots, 'work ya seat up' Go in the ashtray, spark the weed up LONG KISS [CHORUS X 2] UH-I flamin gats, aimin at, these fuckin... Maniacs put my name in raps--'support them' Games dat Like they hustle backwards I smoke backwards, and Duchees Ya can't touch me Try ta rush me Slugs go, touchy-touchy Ya bleedin lovely, wit'chyo, spirit above me or beneath me, ya whole life ya live sneaky Now ya rest eternally, sleepy, ya burn when ya creep me Rest where the worms-n-the weak be My nine flies, baptize, rap guys Wit the holy ghost I put holes in most, you hold ya toast shakey Slip-n-tryin ta break me Look what'chyou made me do, brains blue My team in the Marine blew, six-coupe Skiid it out, weeded out, clean it out The block for distance is, given long kisses bitch [CHORUS X 2] Frank White the menacin, craw-craw's demenacin I got the lettuce in You turn green like cucumber skin got the new hummer in the summer when I was a new comer then drugs and mac-10's Hug from fake friends Make ends they hate'chyou, be broke girls won't date'chyou That's why I relate to, choke yo ass till ya face blue, make you Open the safe too No matter how ya call it(how ya call it) This 'bralick',alcoholic Like his weed green'd out like his brick solid Distribute to kids who, take heart like Valentine, drink Valentine, all the time Slugs hit'chya chest tap the spine Flat-line Heard through the grapevine, ya got fucked foe times Damn that three ta nine, fucked you up for real doe' 'Slink steal slow' As you remorse we feel no [CHORUS X 6]

Anything

Drop N Harmony
Chucky Smash Now close your eyes..visualize and see what we be seeing...eveident with the evidence...nobody be freeing...wisdom...release your mind..bitches rockin Calvin Klein..confined to watchin rewinds of Martin on channel 9... where the blind lead the blind destination to the boulevard..blessed to be fresh...beatboxin' like M R...flashback..to Cold Crush...Easy A.D.in...I used tyo rock the tube sox...aye yo, my box was JVC an nowaday, these Childs wanna live like Mr. Kevin....o.t. with mad g's...push a 7 or a Legend.....Yo, was it the buddas?...stick up niggas with 17 shooters...but they don't understand till they're three time losers...Chucky Smash...I be killin em...I hit em with the minimum...then I start smackin em...I take em to the maximum...level..you retreat, complete back pedal....The Microphone Lord...I'm steppin off with a bad broad YO, MY GLARE IS BLINDING...GOT A KNACK FOR FINDING.....CURENCY FOR SHINING...DOLLAR SIGNS AND DIAMONDS....SKY'S THE LIMIT..YO, WE LIVE IT, NEVER BE TIMID...CAUSE REAL NIGGAS DON'T FAKE IT... CAUSE REAL NIGGAS LIVE IT Chi I layed low for six years...was in no rush to drop an album..still got g's and car keys...wasn't stressed without one...yo wonder how come I ain't rappin and I'm stayin creamy...ladies love me and I'm peelin Franklins when you see me... up in the Tunnel, at Esos, even the Mirage....I bag up models at expos and we menage trois...no, I'm no star but my aura and my jewels are gleamin...and now I'm driving so I'm keepin lifestyles filled with semen...No yall aint dreaming...It's Chi Ali..I'm back to stay...and dare niggas say some shit I think is wack today...my record label drop me..but that shit still ain't stop me..It got me mad so I had to go o.t. and cop me..a diamond stud and a fat ass cuban link...be stayin laced cause I just refuse to sink..or fall off and now I'm back to set it all off..yea..me and my niggas rentin floors in the Waldorf Cie Lo Now I'm holding more records than Tower..when I reign..do more than shower..No baking soda, come back story - I devour...delete, destroy - prime time, by the hour - Grand Rapids - never delt with coke...barely touch flour...Torn from the seam...born in my genes to get the cream like noxem - shine like oil sheen....Niggas in this game with that in-expensive talk...while I'm out buying property - real estate - and side walks...I elevate at a rate that's heavy weight...straight from the state where we chop it and break...the Legion see...we click on all cylinders...o.t. locking blocks and holding down Dillingers HOOK Cules Check it..To get what I got in my possession...I had to use some aggression dealin in my profession...My compliance with my clients is to a science...I'm only dealin with giants because I'm forming an alliance....They call me Molecules..you know the rules..I paid my dues...back in the day..I walk the streets with .22's.....now, It's different times and different weathers...so now I rock the block with glocks under butter soft leather...Although I changed my flow..I'm about gettin doe..but on the low..I don't think these niggas know we about to blow...Now we're pushin limos...me and my Legion team...kickin the breeze...sippin on Dom P...Remy on freeze...I went from sportin Swatches to Cuban links around my neck...Sub Mariner Rolex..Assault mix made by Avirex....Yo Dres...These petty motherfuckers is small in the mind...they will find it's time for Black Sheep and the Legion to shine....And fuckin with me is like snortin a ki of lines...ya better off bustin yourself with a million nines.... cause my mind is on pushin weight and dicking dimes and your mind revolves on sippin three dollar bottles of wine

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