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ANDRE NICKATINA lyrics - Booty Star: Glock Tawk

Book Called Fillmoe

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I got the type of style that make you catch a case, It written all over my face Glock Tawk I park close to the side walk, and I'm fresh like the wings on a Colorado red Hawk I got the type of style that make you catch a case, It written all over my face Glock Tawk I park close to the side walk, and I'm fresh like the wings on a Colorado red Hawk [Verse 1:] Don't leave baby, work till they close, that's how we get that dough I almost let you pass, driving too fast, I had to take my foot off the gas You look like something that was made for the center stage, just the look in your eye says get me paid. I floated on the scene like a butterfly, but did it like a bumble bee, so honey had to wonder why, now, you the whole truth-nothing but the truth- the rap gods baby sent me to find you put the game down, frame down, hey now picture what the broke bitch gonna say now cause they all know from the get go I say a verse from the book called Fillmoe. I got the type of style that make you catch a case, It written all over my face Glock Tawk I park close to the side walk, and I'm fresh like the wings on a Colorado red Hawk I got the type of style that make you catch a case, It written all over my face Glock Tawk I park close to the side walk, and I'm fresh like the wings on a Colorado red Hawk [Verse 2:] I'm kamikaze baby, I don't have no trust, lost in the world of the lust, looking for the bucks, sometimes you attract them ducks but everything is done on the hush. nightime is the right time and sometimes you get nervous at flight time but wonder what she get when it goes perfect the same night and you still want to work it, your dedication is emancipation, and you deserve a celebration like rick james I add sugar when the grits came which means were gonna be aright if the drought came, you get down with no shame and you can see I live my life in the Moe's name. You get down with no shame and you can see I live my life in the Moe's name I got the type of style that make you catch a case, It written all over my face Glock Tawk I park close to the side walk, and I'm fresh like the wings on a Colorado red Hawk I got the type of style that make you catch a case, It written all over my face Glock Tawk I park close to the side walk, and I'm fresh like the wings on a Colorado red Hawk [Verse 3:] It was a hard night, tricks just didn't bite, it's 4 and there's nothing in sight. I fly through like a kite music real loud I'm tired by the way you sit down, then somebody fell through, someone you knew, you knew you could get at least two you got hyped up for the rendevous just like a kite once again I flew, meet me back at the jones, that means home, then she heard the peel out from the vouges. and she knows that I like new clothes, she says freeze and I might say froze, Mercedes Benz over Cadillac though, sometimes we hit up them R and B shows then it's back to the grind one more time one more time means one more time do we ever stop it will tell in time but right about now you can't tell this time how much baby is your bail this time hope you don't have to go to jail this time on the rap gods you'll be missed this time but when you get out you'll be rich this time. I got the type of style that make you catch a case, It written all over my face Glock Tawk I park close to the side walk, and I'm fresh like the wings on a Colorado red Hawk I got the type of style that make you catch a case, It written all over my face Glock Tawk I park close to the side walk, and I'm fresh like the wings on a Colorado red Hawk

You Can't Catch Me

JOHN LENNON "Rock 'N' Roll"
I bought a brand new airmobile, 'twas a custom made, 'twas a flightning deal With a powerful motor and a hide away wing, Push in on the button, you will hear her sing Now you can't catch me, Baby, you can't catch me 'cause if you get too close, You know I'm goin' like cool breeze Hey! Hey! Well, you walk! You walk! New Jersey turnpike in the wee wee hours, I was rollin' slowly 'cause of drizzlin showers Here come a flat-top, he was movin' up with me, Then come waving goodbye in a little old souped up jitney I put my foot in the tank, I began to roll, Moanin' siren, 'twas the state patrol I let out my wings, then I blew my horn, Bye-bye, New Jersey, I become airborn Now you can't catch me, Baby, you can't catch me 'cause if you get too close, You know I'm goin' like cool breeze Hey! Well, you walk! Yeah, walk! I bought a brand new airmobile, 'twas a custom made, 'twas a flightning deal With a powerful motor and a hide away wing, Push in on the button, you will hear her sing Now you can't catch me, Baby, you can't catch me 'cause if you get too close, You know I'm goin' like cool breeze Hey! Hey! Well, you walk! You walk! Flying with my baby last Saturday night, Wasn't a grey cloud floatin' in sight Big, full moon, shinin' up above, Cuddle up, honey, be my love Sweetest little thing that I ever seen, I'm gonna name you Maybellene Flying on the beam, set on flight control, Radio tuned to rock and roll Two, three hours passed us by, Altitude dropped into five-o-five Fuel consumption, way too fast, Let's get on home before we run out of gas Now you can't catch me, Baby, you can't catch me 'cause if you get too close, You know I'm goin' like cool breeze Git it on! Yeah, walk! Git it on, git it on, git it on, do it! Git it on, git it on! You know you can't catch me!

Going In For The Kill

JIM JONES
If going in is to go I think it's time for me to kill ya I think it's time to let em know that I'm a Ok let em know ok let em know Ok let em know Ok let em know Ok let em know ok let em know Ok let em know Ok let em know I think it's time for me to kill ya. I'll be going to the point I'll make your bitch love me That's that harlem shit we all gonna miss Huddy You know them big bodyguards on my whips gunnin I'm pretty nigga but I turn this shit ugly I'll be hearin threats but I never hear a shot Will I go to heaven Lord if the prayer stops I'll be livin' like faster than a road-runna be at the club ten bottles four gunners Live once you do it twice its a bless I'm on the third life I'm saint grace any question Just bought a new watch and ... I hopped out looking clean ... Say life's a movie keep the cameras on VVS solid tans mean they staying on She had a freakin' dress on with no pennies on I had twenties in my trus with my hammer on If going in is to go I think it's time for me to kill ya I think it's time to let em know that I'm a Ok let em know ok let em know Ok let em know Ok let em know Ok let em know ok let em know Ok let em know Ok let em know I think it's time for me to kill ya. We trained to kill marines called special Ops Just for the trill I mean... ?? We double park a dice games on deadly blocks We got the liquor all we need is ice cups We got the blikkys loaded and it might stop We gambling we're drinking till the night is up Crack u gotta stack now pick your dice up U gangstas two-twelvin on the corner side ..uptown... Next morning woke up on California side I was back up in my city for the morning rise Just like the birds stay fly I'm always shittin Might scoop your....the latest ride I'm always whippin I free my mind and I hit the dour ...before they hit the towers If going in is to go I think it's time for me to kill ya I think it's time to let em know that I'm a Ok let em know ok let em know Ok let em know Ok let em know Ok let em know ok let em know Ok let em know Ok let em know I think it's time for me to kill ya. I used to cut off rocks... Non these bitches stuck on my rocks like... We in the hard top drop if u tryna find us With the rear-view cameras so we can see behind us ?? And if they catch em in jail we put the county on em And you can count em off if you was countin on em He couldnt stand a shot the four was poundin on him My diamonds here like Holyfield And bitch we aint slippin cuz we holdin stairs I'm drunk off that Rose Amber with da ceasar I'm standin on the couch hammer blowin reefa The dealer said 40 grand for extra features A long way from ... But most niggas fall with first 48 They tell me stay low I park the porsche on Ave.

Second Coming

ALICE COOPER "Love It To Death"
I couldn't tell if the bells were getting louder The songs they ring, I finally recognize I only know, hell is getting hotter The devil's getting smarter all the time And it would be nice to walk upon the water To talk again to angels on my side Time is getting closer I read it on a poster Fanatical exposers On corners, prophecy It would be nice to walk upon the water To talk again to angels at my side I just come back to show you All my words are golden So, have no gods before me I'm the light

Too Close To The Sun

THE ALAN PARSONS PROJECT "On Air"
There must be a thousand ways Holding us within this maze Every path we take leads us astray Comfort me my only son Till the day my work is done There's no earthly reason we should stay And when the wind gets under these wings You will feel what freedom brings Stay right by me, walk don't run I don't want you flying too close to the sun Turn your eyes towards the light Steal away in silent flight The skies are calling out to you and me Over sea and over land God protect us with your hand Bring us safely to our destiny And now the wind is under our wings We can taste what freedom brings Stay right by me, walk don't run I don't want you flying too close to the sun God forgive his fall from grace The sea conceals his resting place Can we learn to stay behind the line If we have the means to fly Some of us will surely die Being reckless was his only crime And now the wind is under our wings We can taste what freedom brings Stay right by me, walk don't run I don't want you flying too close to the sun

Tibetan Black Magicians

JEDI MIND TRICKS "Visions Of Gandhi"
[Canibus] Jedi Mind Tricks... Canibus Yo I grab Mics bust the raw Take flight adjust the Yaw Break your bicuspid with your own jaw Metaphors started menopause in your moms before you were born Technically you don’t even exist, God A flick of the wrist, you’ll be gone Lost in limbo like pink shit camouflaged in a pig farm I’m an enigma I rip bars Or burn your star with 5 points Plus the mic I ripped thus far I stomp on ya forehead Peel the top of your fucking face off like an orange And eat the carnage My God that sounds horrid, eating MC’s Is like eating garbage they make me vomit Discombobulate prostates re-hydrate dry lakes Wipe Ammonium Nitrate across the side of ya face Anthropomorph, illogically speaking I’m out of ya league Who can match the Bident with my top speed Scourge of the earth, verses are merged into dirt Heart line is flat lined through the therapy era Sentences go through re-synthesis I leave em looking bleaker than Memphis Without Rockefeller membership Don’t be an optimist and try to rock with Bis You end up in an iced-out sarcophagus [Vinnie Paz] Every rapper better fear me Coz Vinnie Paz is a beast And ya’ll steady screaming for war but want peace You trying ta walk through the fog where sun leaks Ya trying to walk two dogs with one leash You can’t overstand the mathematics How rip bars, walk through walls perform magic Tibetan Black Magic, I’m a warlord I’ll stab you through your fucking temple with a floorboard I’m a born lord, I was baptised To see the universal through a cats eyes Here come the black skies; It’s all darkness I breathe life into Jesus Christ’s carcass! [samples] [Canibus] Once I duct tape ya to the front of a Mack trucks, face ya Drive through a brick wall, pull the park and brake up Ask you for you proof of registration, say what? I cant understand a word you saying, you fuck! Peel you off till you drop on the floor Drag you to the manifold, Make you put your mouth around the exhaust Squeeze your neck harder when you start to cough I bet you never thought this could happen just for pissing me off I’m in for hardcore Hiphop, the surrogate father Protecting rap like the exoskeleton of a Lobster I’ll moonwalk on water, harpoon jackers And drag em back to the harbour for the local photographers Now point four fingers and watch through binoculars Look what Harry Potter did to Andrew Galotti, Kid Whether enemies exchange negative energy But you can’t forgive and forget with an elephant memory Coz You-Know-Who snatched the mic from You-Know-Who But lets keep that between me and you! Me and JMT, Rippers that’ll rip your ass I got an empty mag- Get em Vinnie Paz!!! [Vinnie Paz] I get a bloodlust when I see a slug bust Hit your mug with a .38 snub and watch the blood rush Nothings above us, ya’ll better back off Cos you a devil like the Canaanite in Sackcloth We busting Gats off It’s a clean kill It doesn’t seem real when your spleen spill So listen to what im spittin at y’all La illaha, il Allah il Allah Come on y’all your getting hit in the chest Coz Vinnie Pazienz and Canibus is the best Ripping the rest And all ya’ll seek is ashes I love reading Koran in pitch blackness I love reading the psalms to bitch actors I love reading the palms of bitch rappers! [samples]

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