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

Bobby Shaw Is My Tiga

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I take a flight with my niggaz I do it right with my niggaz I hit the night with my niggaz I rock the mic with my niggaz I get around with my niggaz I hit the town with my niggaz I spit a round with my niggaz I sport the crown with my niggaz I got the flow with my niggaz I do a show with my niggaz I pull a hoe with my niggaz I gotta roll with my niggaz I spit the word with my niggaz All on the curb with my niggaz I hit the herb with my niggaz Talkin 'bout words with my niggaz Watch basketball with my tigaz I hit the mall with my tigaz Break all the laws with my tigaz Man, Bobby Shaw is my tiga I hit the sky with my tigaz Get over high with my tigaz Cut cherry pie with my tigaz I'll probably fry with my tigaz

Spanish Fly

JIM JONES "On My Way To Church"
[Chico harmonizes to music from "Scarface" until 0:25] [Jim Jones] I seen it all from a player's eyes (mack) Look at this world from my latest ride (Benz) We knock 'em all if you let this slide (that's right) This how you ball if you a major guy (whoa) With alcohol and a hazy high The city lights in the jaded sky I had this girl, wanna make her mine I can't lie, I was interested in her (what happened) We shared a bed in the club, and even crept to dinner (Miami) It's such a funny situation Cause I knew she had a man in the ave. by reputation (what's what) I get around (okay) I'm just a product of my occupation (so what) I asked her number and she contemplated (what happened) I'm losin patience (uh-huh) and it's startin to get flagrant (so what) Seize the moment or forever regret it Three in the mornin and I'm stressin to catch her (you know I need that) Creepin up on her and applyin the pressure Me and my homey A don't think I can get her, uhh, but [Chorus: Chico DeBarge] It's crazy, smooth ghetto angel so amazin Smokin gettin high with the daisy Thinkin 'bout makin you my lady, maybe You're a bad girl, she say I only want her for my pleasure Slow hit it from the back, I do it better She left me with a kiss and I let her, never sweat her [Jim Jones] You seekin love is watchin movies on and off the stations (hell no) Those commercials was our intermissions (for what) For the {?} and the tongue-kissin (what else) and one instance Turns some heated touchin to some freaky fuckin (just get it) My situation is a bit of trouble See this affair is a bit of struggle And my persona and my thuggish morals That was enough to start a lover's quarrel Since she had a man but he wasn't loyal (I hear that) Got loose enough just to open up (then what) It be the mornin 'fore he sober up (twisted) I call the shit like Punky Brewster (what?) And she never met a thug looser Star nigga party with the snub shooter (bang bang) My thug True is probably posted in back We party hard, get so crazy And we smoke and drink 'gnac (we ain't never scarred) I'm tryin to slide in the night on some smutty sex Niggaz beepin my phone to ask me did I get her yet [Chorus] [Jim Jones] It's gettin nervous now (why) cause the word in town (was what) Is that your man got the word that we done flirtin 'round In your Beemer merkin 'round (err) foreplay in the hallways So now we hit the house and pull the curtains down (close that curtain) We laugh and we joke, we drink and I pass you the smoke Smack your ass when you walk, when fuckin I grab and you joke (Have sex at night) As we lay and we chill Your crib, nice apartment, who's payin the bills This type of shit'll get you sprayed and you killed (That's that Harlem shit) Like {?} shot in "Paid in Full" This is not a movie script, some of my truest shit Selfish premonition, out of sight I'm out of mind When this nigga gone and missin (play the rules) Wishin she mine, I'm knowin that she'll never be (never be) This'll be fine, the closest that I'll ever be (ever be) I see a chick and she mine, new Goldie of the ghetto B Niggaz beepin my phone to ask me did I get her yet [Chorus - to fade]

So Wrong

JOELL ORTIZ "Farewell Summer"
[Talib Kweli:] Cutting niggas down like the Amazon, for posin like the cameras on ambush it with Joell Ortiz getting my Spanish on, Yo tengo ambre we eating money it's Nathan a freak in these congregations speaking the conversation with people who facing Satan I bring em the word of God, my observation's disturbing my words'll murder your squad. I pull the trigger with my tongue grab your Bible like Brigham Young spit fire my brain is a bigger gun I'm from Brooklyn where I'm from we call a nigga son, it's cause we shinin through the night break out the flashlight you must be on a short flight cause you pack light behave man I beat up cavemen with stalagmites get up and fight you too tired for another round they say I'm worshiping the devil cause I run this town now let me run it down and raise the stakes like a porterhouse with one fourth of the Slaughterhouse [Joell Ortiz:] The most exquisite, so gifted more like a wizard, I spit it a frigid blizzard of lyrics, what I exhibit'll finish you lil midgets, in minutes you'll all diminish for mimicking my image I'm the sickest nigga forget it, you'll never be near as clever or better every letter will sever your metal or medulla whatever you fellas are feathers don't measure up well with a heavy medicine pedaler incredible Pelle leather rocking Hip Hop Federer serving em every word got a purpose murderous verses emerging beneath the surface like volcanoes I burn every person on Earth should be nervous become servants and worship the permanently perfect version of merciless Copernicus I was sent from the stars an astronomer found my bars a kilometer off of Mars near Andromeda a phenomena no common thermometer's able to monitor my temperature the pressure'll crush your barometer [Brother Ali] [Jean Grae]

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