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

Daiquiri Factory

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Daquiri factory where niggas look after me Assault and battery It's sort of a tragedy Kickin it live right with killas suspended Smokin weed in the kitchen they're so reluctant theyll listen It's the daquiri factory where niggas look after me Assault and battery It's sort of a tragedy Kickin it live right with killas suspended Smokin weed in the kitchen they're so reluctant theyll listen Can u picture the perfect rhyme, the perfect tone, the perfect pitch, The perfect mind, the perfect crime, the perfect bitch, Your so materialistic u make me wanna risk it Hopin the pig don't pull me over with my new biscuit I'm sorta twisted swervin to the next lie I bet I'll beef and tangarae in my next life Or a silverdad makin u picture that with all my cuzins It's bullets made for the payback it's sorta slippery Kinda like this treat is wet But I'm a vet so let your tiger break a leg With all the pain fed up with the dope game That's y I still love all my tigers the same It's the daquiri factory where niggas look after me Assault and battery It's sort of a tragedy Kickin it live right with killas suspended Smokin weed in the kitchen they're so reluctant theyll listen It's the daquiri factory where niggas look after me Assault and battery It's sort of a tragedy Kickin it live right with killas suspended Smokin weed in the kitchen they're so reluctant theyll listen Baby sed u look sad cheer up uh wuts your name I sed it's andre uh I can't complain I love segas and ghetto basketball playas And I spit rap to all the legendary crack slangers We kick it live buzzing like a beehive And itll remain that way till we hit the sky Like public enemy numba 1 cats come 2 my show And say that oozy way a ton son u know the chemistry Do u remember me and I'm your tiger from way back in 83 We ate ice cream and played hoop man we did all these things before the dday It's the daquiri factory where niggas look after me Assault and battery It's sort of a tragedy Kickin it live right with killas suspended Smokin weed in the kitchen they're so reluctant theyll listen It's the daquiri factory where niggas look after me Assault and battery It's sort of a tragedy Kickin it live right with killas suspended Smokin weed in the kitchen they're so reluctant theyll listen It's the daquiri factory where niggas look after me Assault and battery It's sort of a tragedy Kickin it live right with killas suspended Smokin weed in the kitchen they're so reluctant theyll listen Bye bye

Abracadabra

JAY ELECTRONICA "Attack Of The Clones"
I overheard niggas saying jay was on the verge He could make rumsfeld resign with rhymes he never heard Immune with the birds And can manipulate matter with the usage of words Throwin dice on the curb And I'm best and freshest with the writtien text fuck what ya heard It's the metaphysical, dolby digital Any Joe'll tell you the flows so pivotal Every words literal Each diatribe is sort of like an interview, Come get a interview Right past the man in the myth to the mineral I was born uptown a mile from the riverview Look, I'm a simple man ya understand Masterin my temple man trying to expand But when they think you simple man Theyll try to play you out like you a simpleton See what I'm saying Niggas want pain not mercy I'm writtin in my moleskin on the train to canarsie Stand clear of the closin doors The peo-ple are in constant fear of trojan war The vehicle as opposed to is free is just a whore I gotta call em like a see em Even it it means theyll sancture my per diem The angels will thank me in the streets if see em Saying there he go but I wouldn't wanna be him Holdin up a three and reppin for new orleans Let us repay em

Smoke A Nigga

JUICY J "Stay Trippy"
[Intro: Juicy J] Yo, too damn high. [Hook x2: Juicy J] This OG Kush, what I'm smokin' nigga. Put the fire to a hater, and smoke a nigga. I pull them whips out, and I'm smokin' nigga. You think you hot as me, hold on, you must be smokin' nigga. [Verse 1: Juicy J] Cali weed in a dutch, purple lean in my cup Smokin' while I'm drivin', nigga we be fucked up. Hit the weed then pass out, homie you an amateur This bitch is bad as fuck so I'm a grab that camera bruh. Peelin' bank rolls, Condo full of bad bitches. Lot of pills, lot of weed, and a lot of liquor. Sprinkle hash on a blunt bitch I'm rich and double cup Ain't no time bein' wasted time to roll another up Trippy niggas getting high, man that's what we all do. She know I'm with them Taylors, wanna fuck the whole crew. Smokin' out the phantom Rolls, tryna stay low key If what's in the air then you know it's me. [Hook] [Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa] Smokin' on this potent, feelin' like I'm floatin'. Lookin' like I'm Chinese cause my eyes are barely open. Weed in my king size and right beside me got that potion. Rollin' up that ganja all my diamonds like the ocean. All looked like I cloned em, all look like they glowin' All look like they snowin', I should build a snowman. Pulled out my garage to show my car cause I'm a showman Can't get in my closet cause I got all of this clothin' Smokin' out Ill show you how to roll one up and blow it down I'm on the stage you in the crowd I'm in the air you on the ground You on that uh, I'm on that loud. I'm on that island Veuve Clicquot money pilin'. [Hook] [Verse 3: Juicy J] I got a bad bitch on a hash pipe, and that ass right I don't know Lil shawty name, I just call her last night Ballin' hard coppin' foreign cars like they half price Blowin' loud, Juicy J be higher than the gas price. Mary Jane, bitch I get so high call me Eddy Kane. Freaky bitch, and she drippin' wet, it's a hurricane. Dope boy, I got it on my own, I come from selling stones Old school, nigga get naked like a hairy bone Codeine all in my cup, I got your queen all on my nuts. I spray she drink it up, that's right she freaky as fuck. Trippy nigga fresh to death, like the after life Juicy J I feel outta space, cause I'm gettin' higher than a satellite. [Hook]

Storm

THE JACKA "Tear Gas"
[Jacka:] Killa on the road nigga (Riders on the storm) Nigga watch out nigga (Riders on the storm) The J-A nigga You know what Spit my life on this beat, live my life on the street Got the thugs on my team, keep the strap in my reach And I'm lovin' the lean, but don't fuck with the peach Optimo, hit the Sco, 60 box of the sweets Yea I'm fully aware, even if I look sleep I really live this shit, these squares wanna be me But you niggas is weak, and you scared to get doe I done did road trips with 50 bricks of that blow Gangsta's buy 'em from me, but'll kill for ya nig Cause keep it real as fuck is all I did That's all I know, smoke everyday 100 in my chop, cause we don't play Na we just kill, nigga where I stay Nigga where I live, hit a bank bare faced Just to feed our kid, got beef with the J Shoot my gun at your crib, and do a day at the block Never stop for the pigs, that's just how we rock (Riders on the storm) [Cormega:] I'm from the city that Big rep Where coke droughts, got niggas cryin' like Isaiah on the Knick's bench A closed mouth don't get fed A real man, will keep his mouth closed even with the feds Never sleep you get enough rest when you're dead Fuck a dream what you need is a good connect If it's pure or compressed you've been blessed In other words less complainin' more to stretch Thorough niggas ain't born we bred I'd rather be loved than feared I'm smooth 'til I'm on the edge I don't move unprepared What part you ain't understand Fuck around lay around, while I over stand The road to redemption I'm on a chosen path To greatness ain't nothin' gonna hold me back Niggas know where my zone is at I spit it how I live it this is cocaine rap, ugh (Riders on the storm) [Jacka:] Yea nigga, the Jack Hustlin' in the rain with my nigs pushin' cane Push my thang to your ribs nigga you know what this is Fuck the drought I'm the Jack, give me all the shit I'm goin' in, let's get it in, I'll kill again to feed my kids I gives a shit about a bitch up in the yay East Bay gangsta like that S-P-I-C-E who rock with men You can eat, I walk around with my heat But I'm cooler than a styrofoam cup full of lean If you know us if you don't you better scream mutha fucka Chrome 4-4 with the beam on the rubber Livin' nigga's dreams but a nigga had to suffer Ridin' through the storm I don't think I could recover

Inner Voice

ADAM SANDLER "Stan And Judy's Kid"
I'm happily married with a house and three mistresses Even with the beard I'm not as hairy as my sister is Got a new Hummer, two Ferraris, and some Lexuses And all the girls I know got the big big breasteses I got a ten story mansion on the beach With a swimmin' pool filled up with the drool of Robin Leach Richer than a Twinkie, I got so much cash That to me Paris Hilton is poor white trash I take forty-seven weeks of vacation a year If people piss me off I can make 'em disappear Every time I sneeze I get a feature on the news The reporter says "gesundheit" and hilarity ensues And how did I get to be the man that I am? A god among men, only without the tan It's simple, every time I have to make a choice I just listen to my little inner voice, and he says "Shave all the hair off your butt and glue it to your nostrils" OK "Steal all the milk from all the supermarkets and put it back in the cows" Alright "Find out which species of rodent is the most flammable" OK "Let's see what fun crafts we can make using only a chainsaw and Regis Philbin" Yeah! So how do I explain my little cranial expressions Intuition, premonition, or demonic possession? It could be God, an angel, or my dead uncle Paul Or that nasty purple fuzzy thing that lives in my wall Doesn't matter, and to be honest I don't wanna know 'Cause thanks to him I've never had to deal with an HMO And I can go show off my rocket powered solid gold Benz I tell ya life is no much nicer with invisible friends "Record an all-banjo Falco tribute album" Done, and done. "Put on a tutu, glue two live wiener dogs to your face, and prance around the subway terminal screaming 'Stop looking at me!'" OK "There's no reason not to have sex with a cheese grater." Hmm, no, I suppose not. "Set up a stand outside of K-Mart with a plate full of frozen peas and a sign reading 'Take one!' If anyone asks you what the hell your doing, give them a button that says 'I asked about the peas!'" He's become my best friend, sticks with me to the end Thanks to him I'll never live on Ramen noodles again And he's always by my side, every minute, every hour Though it does get kinda creepy when I'm trying to take a shower Still I can't complain 'cause he made me rich And figured out it was the opossum milk that made me itch If it seems weird remember the voice made me do it I don't question what he says I just get up and get to it "Itemize everything in your cat's litter box for the next seven years and mail a report to the President with a note saying 'Here!'" Good idea "It's time to find out what urinal cakes taste like" If you say so "Get a black and white horizontally striped suit, a mask, and a bowling ball with a small length of rope hanging from it, and tiptoe around the airport." Sounds like fun "How old does a baby need to be before it's too big to fit down the toilet?" I don't know. Let's find out. "Keep swallowing magnets until your farts can erase video tapes." Will do So to that guy in my head I just wanna say thanks For removin' my angst, so I'm no longer shootin' blanks And now I own several banks, plus an inflatable watch And paid Justin Timberlake to let me kick him in the crotch I followed his advice and now I'm makin' major duckets If it wasn't for him I'd still be processing McNuggets So when life makes you feel like you should've stayed in bed Just listen to the voice in your head, and he'll say "Fat people are full of toys. Go get some!" Yeah! "Build a 20 foot tall nude statue of Tony Goldmark licking warm margarine off a malnourished dolphin out of onions, pez, and lint." With pleasure! "If Yanni didn't want to be set on fire and shoved down a flight of stairs, surely he would have said so explicitly by now." Yeah, I guess so. "Go to a McDonald's Playland, tie that big Officier Big Mac thing to the back of your car, and drive away at 90 mph. When a cop pulls you over, roll down the window and indignantly ask 'WHAT?'" You got it! "Move to New Jersey and become a comedy rap artist." Oh... do I have to?

What I Want

JUELZ SANTANA "God Will'n"
[Hook:] I think the feds is buggin my phone I think the feds is buggin my phone I don't be talking to niggas that long I think my girl got a bug on my phone I don't be talking to bitches that long Still doing what the fuck I want Cause where I'm from, niggas don't live that long Still doing what the fuck I want Cause where I'm from, niggas don't live that long [Verse 1:] I'm just doing what the fuck I want Getting money, they know what the fuck is up Foreign car, red lining, never buckled up Swag drippin, spilling, she just wanna suck it up Keep my gun cause nowadays nigga don't knuckle up And I treat it like my girl, we stay cuddled up It's different, these niggas killin, just to say they did it I'm trying to make a 100 million just to say I did it God willin, God willin, still fuckin all these niggas bitches Just to say I did it But they acting like they fucking g's You a sucker, how the fuck you gonna be sucker free [Hook] [Verse 2:] Where I'm from niggas don't live that long They live longer on the shirts that we put em on Rip to all my niggas gone, soon as you start ballin They wanna pick you off Feds too, that's why I give and go, pick and roll They hate to see a young nigga get it all Fuck them haters, got some down bitches I could call I think my phone bugged so we don't talk much The game is never fair, but nowadays it ain't even even These niggas snitch before they get to the precinct I think my phone tapped, for some reason they think I know where the coke at Might catch me ordering pounds, just cause I smoke that [Hook] [Verse 3:] Life's a pretty bitch, with a big butt I just be hitting it, fuck a gym, I got a real nigga membership That pistol and that work is the only thing I lift Money coming, money going, bad bitches blowing My teacher told me you'll be dead before you know it Nah bitch, I'm always strapped, fully loaded So you better warm out, only time on it Everybody wanna be a boss, but it cost And that's the price they can't afford And if I die know I'm gonn be well Cause I'm too fly and I'm too high to go to hell [Hook]

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