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

Little Coco

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I was the itty bitty cat, with the itty bitty bat, with the itty bitty gat, with the itty bitty raps, they like "ooh not you", I'm like "yeah nigga me", I only come around when niggas pay me, I love bruce lee with a cup of ice tea, fully dressed smokin' weed in a hot jacuzzi Big bank in the fish tank, sideways on the street when I dip man, drinkin' pineapple crush with a blunt, don't touch, check it showin' my luck for this girl name, Nicky punch, what, spare me your thoughts, pass the hotsauce, you don't know how much these shrimps cost The homie baked to a state, the warning's like wait, cause everything we do is like a dopecase yeah, rippin' through the city at a fast pace yeah, tryna make money 'fore it's too late yeah, fall arrives, check it tiga bonzai, livin' like the devil sent piece of the pie Kill the noise if you're spittin' baby, talkin' is for spectators, fascinated by the brain the multiple game, tryna get you over way out of you're frame, you're dancin' with the devil when you mention my name, like caine and thangs nigga buck-bucka bang bang I hope that's my lady when the fucka phone rangs Like a fares wheel, I get the fairest deals because I lovee long legs and the highest heels I drive a coup devielle AND A SEDAN DEVILLE and I kick it sometimes up in VACAVILLE girl relax and chill we got weed for real and would you please make sure dem drinks don't spill You know we kick it hella wicked on a ticket to atlanta mind state thinkin like the 60's black panthers like JO-JO dancer, baby what's your answer your partner is a libra I'm a a pisces you's cancer PRANCER! that's my tiger from the five they told me to park, and I put it in drive, they told me "tell the truth", and a nigga straight lied, I had em all twisted like a bag of culry fries

The Return

PAC DIV "GMB"
[Verse 1: Mibbs] It's the return to the city of the angels and demons Where the party's still popping while the neighbors is sleeping Police helicopters flying over our heads I don't know what happened but I hope that nobody's dead You know that shit don't stop so now it's back to the basics Living above the law, that's some classic LA shit And banging Pac, Cube, Snoop, Eazy, and Dre shit Been on a hiatus, now we back to our greatness Since I was kid, my best friend was Kurupt Yo-Yo was my bitch and DJ Quik was my unc' Mack 10 and Dub-C taught me to tie my Chucks And Nate Dogg was my nigga, he never left me on stuck I give my city a hug and make love to the pavement Where I live at everyday is like a fucking vacation Hoes come to my city, looking for a vocation I tell him get with this pick up or she [?] [Hook: Ty$] Ya bitch wanna smoke with a nigga She said you's a broke ass nigga And girls just wanna have fun Ride around, top down in the sun She want a nigga that can Buy her something, buy her something, buy her something She need a nigga that can Buy her something, buy her something, buy her something Yea, yea [Verse 2: Like] K I heard from this old throwback I been dying to cut down She used to be a dime, heard she got her a son now Tryna get at me, but she got a big gut now And showed up to my crib weighing two hundred plus pounds You tryna guess if I still got in them guts, wow I did though, don't act like you never fucked with no big ho We from that big coast where the 6 4's hop And where the guns might bust, and where there's none like us House parties cracking 'til the sun light's up Name another trio with a buzz like us Name another trio who can bust like us Who get love like us, but there's none I trust [Hook] [Verse 3: BeYoung] Say rest in peace to the homie Chick Hearn Floss too much and you bound to get served Talk reckless and it's bound to get heard Niggas booking flights into town just for the herbs Don't think it's just the birds Surfing and sunshine Run that light and you swerve into one time, some broke, some fly Cutthroat, cut ties That nigga sixteen, how he get double life, for tryna bubble white Pack heats and Niggas after cash like it's always tax season Pull a Breezil with ass fat, cleavage Met her Friday, got the ass that weekend Hatchback beating, where the cash at, seek it Wear the wrong hat, you can catch that beating Laderas and the swang, we in the parking lot chiefin' Yea, that's the city that I'mma never leaving We get high [Hook]

Let's Start A Riot

THREE 6 MAFIA "Da Unbreakables"
(Chorus starts off w/cuts and scratches) Let's start a motherfucking riot in this bitch! Let's start a motherfucking riot in this hoe! (Repeat 4x) [Verse One: DJ Paul] Yeah, yeah, yeah, fucker, yeah You got to be the weakest hoe in the world You move all the way to Memphis from *gunshots* (Atlanta) 'Cause you were scared like a little girl Little sorry broke bitch ass nigga You ran your mouth and got into it with some real ass niggaz You landed in the 'M' and saw your life was in ruins By the way nigga, how your collarbone doing? I thought you we really quick to kick some ass down here Memphis, Tenn. I'll take the base out of it and say so clear Then you move back to *gunshots* (Atlanta) and got your shot up While you were driving you living a life of hell I guess you wanted to be so much like your favorite rapper That you even try to die like your favorite rapper At ninety pounds you're too small Look all the trouble you found You've done fuck around and find yourself under the ground I wanted to get in that ass so I invite you to a show But you's a ho because your ass didn't show you ain't buck bitch! (Chorus 4x) [Verse Two: Lord Infamous] This right here won't stay quiet It might strike up a riot Everytime we bump this shit somebody up in here die The dangerous Hypnotize is from the deadliest Minds We are the rowdiest of hypnotists out here you will find You better fuck with your kind You do not want none of mine We're the funkiest, bumpiest out on the grind This is one your sitting in your junk get ya crunk We're the specialist Triple six out on the funk So hit the floor and give me about one hundred jawbreakers We're causing pain up on this thang you can't shake us I'm pistol-whipping, self-tripping furiously fast Hit the gas, the cash I'll give them a blast In the past, Three 6 have you beating 'em bad Just like the old shit you holding niggaz up in a mask Hit the parking lot, pop the boys Straight Homicide It be these killers man, these killers man 'bout to (Chorus 4x) [Verse Three: Crunchy Black] First, I've had you niggaz get buck, get wild Then I want you niggaz to move the fucking crowd Three 6 in this bitch knock a nigga down My nigga on the right, get buck, get wild My nigga on the left, smack a bitch in the mouth My nigga on top turn it to the ground For all you hoes walk around with a frown We gonna play a game called 'Beat a bitch down' [Verse Four: Juicy J] Bitch I know It's 'bout that cash when you selling your ass You done spent your whole check walking around acting mad Heard you be at ATL, Magic City It's sad To cover up it's just a flauge like you ain't like the past You say you down with the goodbook I think you read a cookbook I know you need some help you need to go see Dr. Hoodshook And please quit claiming the low down dirty Three 6 When you telling motherfuckers you ain't with it bitch! (Chorus 4x)

Two Step Feat. Jatis

P Money "Magic City"
Background chipmunk: And If u love me like u say u do X 2 Bobby Creekwater: Yeah... here we go again -Jatis U've gotta be with P. Money to see money man This is for all the grown folks, out there... doin that 2 step thang (Come Dance with me) I feel ya I put the pedal to the metal and the feet came by introduce her to the birds and the street came by Small talk is no necessity Hit her with the recipe She's teelin me to roll a B and u can c the rest of me Came from the gutter home stutter i ain't got time in case u ain't noticed my phone jumpin' like a hotline hand on my 10 tryin' ta figure how she got fine Attention is limited and damn if she ain't got mine like some crisps n cream when they turning on the hot sign Said I'm tryin' ta sell her she just smiled and she stopped lyin' Said I'm for real, my intention ain't the creep U a blessing that some dressin here's some sh*t u gotta keep P Game got the brains and the brawns and the fun We can kick it till the day start to rain on the sun So relax ur mind let ur body be free ur no f*cking with a thug from B.G.O.V. Chorus (Background chipmunk) So two step girl, two step girl Just take this stress and put that sh*t up on the shelf girl uh, Two Step girl x2 U need a partner u can do that sh*t urself girl Uh, Two Step girl x 2 Just take this stress and put that sh*t up on the shelf girl Chipmunk (Tell Me) Charlie: When i think about u girl i can't get mad Shawty had a great ass like Stacey Dash And I can make u laugh a player feeling clueless My niggaz laughin at me got me lookin foolish But I heard she want me back i know it's custom bred Now hold up u must got me twisted like jamaican dreads Yeah and still I can sympathize with good times On ur mama couch doin tha 69 In this day and time I'm hoppin' in and out of SUV's Fu*kin foreign hoe's makin me some extra cheese Hollerin' at P. Money doin showins overseas And u with ur mac keep a trick up his sleeves True indeed, i stay fresher than the average Dropping hoe's on em like I'm Randy Savage hit tha club and overdo it, live life lavish Mr. official, but now she's sad cause she had.. Chorus Charlie: I've been rich I've been poor Hoe's found and lost em My parkin lot pimp, if i don't like em i toss em Awesome, with the game piece let my swacker speak Throw a sale so i never let em play me cheap Me n creek got 2 freaks in a suite callin' Like that groupy love but i don't need her love Jone U blowin up my, phone next u wanna key my ride If u wanna know, 'the grass is greener on the other side' Bobby: I make a move on em if i act cool on em If they don't know no better creek gon' go to skool on em God willin i'm here to exercise the tool on em My uncle Vic he used to have to act tha fool on em In any situation pull hoe's up by their socks I sample the diction i ain't gotta sell em my rocks A good dream and a mouthpiece, all it take Just keep it pimpin' u ain't gotta give up all ur cake Chorus (Chipmunk: Tell me... how can it be?) Fade out Yeeeahhh Oh won't u dance with me, wont u, won't u dance with me uh, do tha 2 step baby 2 step girl baby yeeea yeah yeahhh Chipmunk Say yeah... how can it be?.....

Ma' Be Easy

FABOLOUS "Ghetto Fabolous"
uh, uh, yeah, uh-huh yeah, yeah, yeah [verse 1] Yo, I ain't got no reason to trick or spend Mami, I'm the reason the chicks begin cheesein' and snickerin' Playa like me every season these chicks have been Talkin' how I came through the P's in a sicker benz Heard about the platinum visas the bricker bends Jewels so icey I need freezers to sitck 'em in I be's in the keys wit a click of friends Trees and a liquor blend, I be too queezy and sick to grin I dont care if a skeezer is thick or thin It's gon' look like she havin' a seizure I stick it in Skeos say 'can I get the keys to ya six again' After I nut, that's when amnesia be kickin' in Most broads I done met, ain't see a guy Who spend a G on gucci T's, five for sweats I'm what chicks strive to get, I stay in the P.J's You thinkin () i'm talkin' pivate jets, uh [Chorus] I need the cash in my palm, the ice in my charm - ma' be easy (Watch it, please) Wanna lean to the side while I cruise in your ride - ma' be easy (Put down that cheese) Gotta have a broad wantin' and let me hold somethin' - ma' be easy (You get nothin' from me) You get NOTHIN! [Verse 2] So the kid never stresses a female And if you ask where I live they gon' give you addresses to e-mail All that cops can suggest is that he sell How I'm gon' push it unless it's a v-12 From S's to CL's, I request is () In the head rests his t.v's dwell They heard how many albums I presses for retail And they can't get a dime unless it's a weed sale And lets be real, catch me at the bar wit them crispy bills Gettin Cris' re-fills, my wrist be chilled And my wardrobe look like I got an Ice Berg History deal Still dames have been givin me slow neck And I don't even know what they real names have been I feel ashamed to spend, 'cause when it comes to knockin' 'em down I'm right behind Wilt Chamberlin [chorus] Ma you musta had too many weed totes 'Cause I ain't givin' you any weed totes I'm all about floatin' on them new skinny speed boats Hundred and somthin wit two skinny deep throats Winter hit, I'm in a new finny ski coats See the screens ain't gotta use any remotes No more shoppin' sprees I'm rough wit the ends Keep honeys on their knees, scuffin' they shins I deal wit nothin but tens I be the club king wit diamonds shuffling your friends Chickens get keys, scuffin the benz Cause they wanna lock me down like I'm Puff in the pens Snatch any chink blond who feel my link longview (One try) I ain't tryin to put clinks on you Hope trickin ain'n one of the things you think John do Cause thats the way you end up wit a drink on you mami [Chorus]

In Your World

TWISTA "Mobstability"
(feat. Speedknot Mobstaz, Christopher Williams) [Chorus] (Let me in your world) I rock your body all night Sip on some () drink to make you feel right Lay on the waterbed and hold you real tight I be makin' you feel nice if you let me in your world I can rock your body all night Sip on some () drink to make you feel right Lay on the waterbed and hold you real tight I be makin' you feel nice if you let me in your world (Let me in your world) [Twista] Hey love, what's up, come give me a kiss Have you ever seen a po pimp with eyes as pretty as this And still be the rawest, spittin' flawless game while I get my G's I hit my B's, pullin' up on fees I bet I get piece 'Cause I'm impressin', lovin', when I'm kissin' and huggin' All into good rushin', touchin', better roll when I flush 'em I'm causin' concussion, sportin' pellet, come here baby My way will change, I used to kinda rugged my day Let's dance, while we get our groove on I get known If it's on, then Lexus she gon' get home First get bucked up and sip on G on the room and drink po wine up in the whirlpool Don't leave my comb and pearl too Leavin', let the girl cool my world, ooh I like to get down, straight up you're freaky You wanna meet me, just beep me, take the () and weakling Drop the top and leave haters wishin' the (....) Let's keep it a hood thang, you get busy on wool grain I treat you precious as diamond rings, so don't cut me up I start the fussin', I'ma get the bustin', now no thang, I gotta give it up 'Cause all your love can make the hardest thug cry like a dove Pull my mink over your shoulders when we leave out the club Ain't no need to knock a con, I'm feelin' like Chaka Kahn She the bomb like Lebanon, still fine with no Revlon Just let the Don inside, I promise pleasure and sweat I guarantee you ain't gon' be no regrets If you just let me get it wet [Chorus] [Christopher Williams] Baby I'm fine, want you to be on my pager I wanna know you, we can kick it like players (....) make me really want you Let me in your world How can a man leave a woman like you're lonely But still some phonies, call me when you need me Sit down with my homies, pull up in my Lexus Let me in your world [Liffy Stokes] I need love, it's off the hizze, think you can please me Don't hurt me, take it easy girl, we on the E-Way You know you met me when I crashed the bar And why'd you kissin' on my neck, I'm 'bout to crash the car So pass the 'la, relax baby it ain't far Since you started askin' me questions on gossip about stars Girl you better be on script on who you with She's been forcin' Liffy Stokes from the mobsta click [Mayz] I'm chillin' at the click, with nums getting numb, I bumps Tryin' to find a cutie to kickin' with, watch the risin' sun Here she comes with them big legs, no fat on the back What's up shorty, can we kick it tonight and choke on the sack Come see as I foreplay, freaky at this slow-ass track Big and black, had attention ready to dig in that So what we just met, that don't mean I won't give you respect I just fight the temptation to get your body real wet [Christopher Williams] Ahh, keep givin' them hand claps, baby Watch them speakers be harmed And the bass be soft, ooh Ahh, keep givin' them hand claps, baby Watch them speakers be harmed And the bass be soft, ooh [Twista] On my elevator you can feel our love rise to the top 'Cause on the way up to my condo, your ears pop When I hit the lock I'm a villain, the mobstas make the killin' As we lay on my waterbed with the mirrors on the ceiling The wall too, got friends that's all true, I call Cru Tryin' to fall too, I got tall brew, it's all you Or like I be, let's shoot up to the club, like two tattoos VIP, who gets who, no dancing with two left shoes Do that fool, do that, do that, who that creeps on my hood Do I see my nigs thuggin' but, dawg, y'all lookin' good Ballers please, it's a straight playas party, can't fuck with these Champagne and Henessies for my G's and stuck a piece, and uh Haters please, no bustin' we up in place Put 'em in the trunk, the flame When I'm tryin' to get up with 'what's her name' The precious tonight I met, let's ride, I feel this like a set While you're dancing, I'ma kiss off the sweat That's how you let me get it wet [Chorus] [Christopher Williams] Baby I'm fine, want you to be on my pager I wanna know you, we can kick it like players (....) make me really want you Let me in your world How can a man leave a woman like you're lonely But still some phonies, call me when you need me Sit down with my homies, pull up in my Lexus Let me in your world Let me in your world

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