Andre Nickatina

[fox69]

 

[fox69]

"1 Of The Same"

"1 Of The Same"


Ye ye yeh yeh
That's something right there
It's him, dat nigga, my nigga dem niggas; don't get no bigga
Just fuckin aroun' in the booth
Tell you a little something about dat nigga
Tell you a little something about my nigga
And I'm a tell you something about dem niggas
We all niggas
Even you Mc-peezy
You my nigga
Fa shizzle (my nigga)
I remember bein 8 with dat nigga
The knees I scrapped with dat nigga
And when I got hungry
When down on Haight with dat nigga
In stored taste with dat nigga
And then prayed with dat nigga
And got it straight with dat nigga
I saw my fate with dat nigga
Learned how to hate with dat nigga
I got in shape with dat nigga
I became great with dat nigga
I hung out late with dat nigga
Made my pace with dat nigga
When shit popped off
Evacuate with dat nigga... shit
Litte something about dat nigga
And den we got my nigga
And den we got dem niggas
It's a dirty game
I went to school with my nigga
I played hoop with my nigga
Got a loot with my nigga
Told all the scoop to my nigga
Looked at them too with my nigga
Is this me or you my nigga
Copped bitches, blue my nigga
'cause I'm true to my nigga
I came? with my nigga
Always on cue with my nigga
When it was who, my nigga
I told her shoo from my nigga
I eat glue with my nigga
I'm never through with my nigga
And when we needed some blunts
I bought two for my nigga
You see I'm cool with my nigga
Would know what to do with my nigga
What you wanna do my nigga
Be up till two with my nigga
Type of shit I do with my nigga
Type of shit we deal with dem niggas
So I got the book from my nigga
The shit I took from my nigga
The hos I shook with my nigga
I got off the hook with my nigga
You should meet dat nigga
Get a bite to eat with dat nigga
Make a beat with dat nigga
And hit the street with dat nigga
'cause I'm hella cool with dat nigga
I'm always true with my nigga
Done major shit with dat nigga
And I just can't quit my nigga
I had a fro with dem niggas
Always on the go with dem niggas
A lifetime both with dem niggas
'cause I'm both of dem niggas... shit
Little something bout dat nigga
And now a little something about my nigga
Den a little something about how I'm dem niggas
See I'm both of them mayne
Shit gets deep
Real deep
Like the eyes of Minolta
Bet your shit is open
It's a dirty game like I said
It's a 430 game
An S-430 game
Let it fade on out

 

[fox69]

"2 T-Shirts N A Adidas Suit"

"2 T-Shirts N A Adidas Suit"


Make way for the nitty,
Gritty, bitty titty filler
City after city time and crime rap dealer
I don't play football,
I'm not a playmaker
My only way deep is to throw a haymaker
School rule breaker
Makin' teachers have a fit
From the Goz show that's
How I learn to spit
Man, some All Star Chuck's
And some coke to sack
It don't matter what color as
Long it blue or black
Cause I'm reckless
Cuban necklace
Never in the game that become wet fish
Two t-shirts an ah adidas suit
Man, I ain't peepin'
What what ya speakin'
Homie gimme the loot
Man, you filled with' truth
And I'm filled with lies
When we rap all these
Muthfuckas' die despise
Like the sparrow that narrow
Nigga shootin' through an arrow
You can see the klugg's if you
Look through the barrel
Fools use chess like a VCR
Worth as much as a CD-R
Gotta put my hands in the cookie jar
You got beef?
Let my rap den rip ya car
Disappear like a
Motherfuckin' desert
Mirage
Smellin' so good like a red crosage
That's the way I fuck em' down
Climbs around by sound
Like how them whistles whip
Through the ground
Get the camera, the ramela, the scramela
Two points the fuck with the camela, SIN
Who cares what mood ya in?
It'll sound like thunda if I lose again
Yeah nickatina I dun told ya
The virgin of fame
I'm like napoleon you beat like
He come in the game
Check's is ready to name
Then I pop the brain
Ain't a law in the world
That can stop the case
I wear Adidas
Sometimes Fillas
They're the two leadas'
The boy king
Hit yo bowl, sack, low jeans
At 3am
Yeah the freeway mine
And you can tell by the
Ticket's I've left behind
You wanna get reckless?
Don't get checklist
Cops motherfucker they respect this
What's on the wishlist?
Man, I can get this
I freak with big lips
And she love the tongue kiss
And cold as a tundre
Seven's the numba
Split up the pie
Or chop it like lumba
Don't forget the thunda that I said
And all praises to Bob
Marley's mighty dreads
We need to find someone to hunt down
Think of the turn around
The murder is murder round
Tryin to burn em' down
Reckless
I all blessed it
I hit the stage freak with such freshness
Two t-shirts and ah adidas suit
I'm lookin' way too cute
You bitches raise the roof
You got bacardi in ya' body
180 proof
And I'm addicted to ya ass
Like ya' name was truth
I jump in the coop
With a couple of bloods
And bitch fuck ya party if
The shit don't bump
Because I'm major fast
I need major cash
And damn your sister got major ass
Homie reckless
They won't respect this
I say the bitch is kinda like a necklace
Two t-shirts and ah adidas suit
I'm lookin' way too cute
You bitches raise the roof

 

[fox69]

"3 A.M."

"3 A.M."


(Three in the fuckin mornin... yeah)
Brave like an indian the Mohican of his last,
No money weed or ass baby no backstage pass,
We rondezvous, I'm flippin on my kenneth cole shoes,
And some bitches talk too much I'm letten them bitches spread the news,
Like channel 4,
Why gangsta niggas love to snort blow?
Chewy is the god down here in the 'Moe pina colada,
The set done got hotter than a sauna,
We break 'em like a puzzle then we gather like pirhanna,
I keep my money by my nuts,
Dip through the cuts we don't front we at the front and we roll big blunts,
Layin pagans down,
Just like a bearskin rug,
Goin deep into the depths just like a Russian navy sub,
On course, rollin with the front lights off... I can smell the gunpowder,
Bullets dipped in the sauce,
Some jokers floss,
Yeah, but [? ] is the impression they've adapted,
My steel declare'll spark the flare,
The [? ] or the plastic,
Burning rubber
Doin doughnuts that the pigs just couldn't eat,
They brought the coffee and the cream but all they saw was tire streaks,
I'm on the streets.
I can feel my mother worry in her sleep,
It's 3 a.m.
I'm with Sun Kim and we smokin to the beat,
It's Nickatina...
Meow Meow Meow Meow
Meow Meow Meow Meow...
I be a suitor, a freeway drivin bay bridge commutor
My roll of decks in full effects has turned into a computer,
We got weed, but cheese out all the snitches
We want the money and the women,
You can keep them scandelous bitches... for ya self.
I make ya put ya mic up on tha shelf, broke ass hoes they want new cothes
Be axin niggas for help, but I can't hear em' but I can hear a needle,
Drop on top a pillow.
When a clucker fiend here go a sceme, a piece of yellow skittle, a tin shot
Follow me as I parade around the block, blowin wind like a tornado,
Dirchargin' like a glock, steel plated, I usually get an X when I'm rated.
Them sucka MC's Them wannabees, they talk when only faded, like the blunt. that once was plump then burned to ashes.
I garuntee my third degree is just like twenty lashes, on ya face.
I'll one hundred percent represent my race. while them bastards blast that rock n' roll, my niggas crank the bass for tha chamillion.
The F finger answer all ya questions, my pitbull alliance no doubt
My only cure is protection stutter steppin,
My killer cross ain't false it's been perfected.
Baby ya got nice clothes, but I've come to see ya nekked,
Like it's ya birthday, like a fiend would say,
When they broke and they on the rock,
Your conbination has been invaded, your safe has been unlocked
It's Nickatina
[laughter]
Baby just pull ya panties down, all that other shit is um... irrelivant
Meow Meow Meow Meow
[laughter]
Let me hear that
[x3] Meow Meow Meow Meow Meow Meow
[x3] Three Oh clock in the morning...

 

[fox69]

"3 So What A.M. So What"

"3 So What A.M. So What"


It can get real cold if you not standin' in the lobby
Girl you Kamikaze cause
I know you work your body yeah
You need to put me in your mind
Hit you with some baby oil
Yo everything shine
Dolce and Gabana
Ho it won't impress your mama
You roll around the city like your Lola Falana
It's 3 so what?
A.M so what?
Me and you talking conversation so tough
Really on the under girl I feen for your attention
But I gotta get paid for it
That admission
You can't be a Christian
Did I forget to mention
You gotta be a sinner
And a bread winner
No T-bone dinners
Maybe Top Ramen
Late night counting money with my bottom
It's 3 so what?
A.M. so what?
Me and you talking conversation so tough
It's sorta like ice the way we skate through the city
Even hockey players gotta say you look pretty
You gettin' every penny
You always say "gimme"
You wash the Heni down baby girl with the Remi
I hate to miss the phone when I see that you called
Cause I know it's conversation that'll make me wanna ball
You make money fall like snow in Minnesota
12 a.m. and there ain't no rollers
It's something like music when your heels hit the street
A symphony plays when you walk the concrete
And I love yo eyes cause yo eyes don't lie
I remember when I asked and you said that you'll try
Baby work your body like a rookie running back
My life is coping blows
Soul ain't never coming back
They all ran track like the (?) Olympics
I spit the gift so that made them all gifted
Now I remixed it
Put it in a capsule
Pineapple to the big red apple
Finish that Snapple
Don't leave thirsty
I still (?) the game first cursed me
It's 3 so what?
A.M. so what?
Me and you talking conversation so tough
Ya know I'm from the city of Joe Montana
My curls bang out like gang bandanas
Freak you bananas
Paying is a privilege
I look you in the eyes and say "the game did this"
Coconut future
Real Karma Sutra
I used to buy clothes from this fine ass booster
Now I'm with the roosters
When it comes to you
The way you hit the streets and the things that you do
Even politicians try to get you through the wire
Come back and tell me cause you know they all liars
Turning like tires so fast no brakes
Sometimes we laugh about the money you make
Cakes I bake
T-Bone steaks
Fallas that race to your face then chase
Let me lace you up
Roll up two blunts
Some think it late
But it's 3 so what?

 

[fox69]

"45 Caliber Raps"

"45 Caliber Raps"


[Verse 1:]
It's an art, swing your bat like jack clark. Catch me after dark hittin richmond on bart. Raise the curtian, night club dweller straight flirtin, but be up with the roosters when the birds start chirpin. Show shocker, love sea food and red lobster. Heart knocker, a tiga blaze the garcia chopper. With a mouth full of weed and a mind full of greed, stampedes with no fees with a mouth to feed. Just walk don't talk if hawk without a fader. Leather coat like Darth Vader, still screamin I'm a raider. Not a savior, playa of the F finga banger. Nick named bullet cause I'm one up in the chamber.

[Hook:]
45 caliber raps ready to snap. Lying like pinocchio on two twin tracks.
45 caliber raps ready to snap. Baby wore some jeans that exposed her gap.

[Verse 2:]
Put together better than a Roman Scarlet letter, my dress code reacts to the mood of the weather. Fish tailin on the freeway my tickets turn to warrants. Alcohol and eggs my tiga said pork. Spittin wide eyed my mouth piece is a gift. Sink ships get chips, check the quality shit. Pinky nail shaped well on a path to hell, that how it feels when your pockets and got no mail. Clientel, better keep em cause I picks em up. One minute you the nigga now a bump in the trunk.

[Verse 3:]
Mind gone Al Capone on a snith. Smellin like Ck one on the bitch. Day dreams of being drug free and having a wife, gets between my bread makin and my hustlin life. Nigga 45 caliber raps ready to snap. Lying like pinocchio on two twin tracks. We put in work, my nickel defense stays alert, All Star Chucks squeakin up the turf. Nigga banned from the spot like vanilla ice cream, wishin nightmares as I tell you nice dreams. Stay in persuit, my whole world revolves around loot. Drinkin coconut juice, wearin Kenneth Cole boots. Most of my tigas slang weed or crack. They say the bigger the peelin man, the bigger the cap. Comin like wolves in a whole damn pack. Check it.

 

[fox69]

"5th Gear"

"5th Gear"


Fast lane baby, ain't nothin like it, some play it cool,
Some get excited, hit 5th gear and you might get indited,
Spend all your cash try to fight it and how ya like it,
The nickatina roll dice - shoot craps, a brand new rap means a
Brand new gat, some rather sit around and snitch like rats,
Ain't no tellin' where I'm at on the map, my chuck taylors days
Stay lays devine, look in the eyes of a rap gad laced with
Rhyme, and it's a felony, and it's in druthers what they tellin' me,
and in my mind yo that's a penalty,
Man baby so mean, she wear those apple bottom jeans, 90
Percent cream, bumpin' the 15, night time got parlay, plucka
Plucka, in the mix now ya cocksucka,
I never leave it alone home, I love a big baked roll, in your
Face freak with plain clothes, yea fly like a kite no cops in
Sight, racin' through the city runnin'every red light, drivin'
Like I hate my life, got a cairn in my vein and my brain ain't
No wife, night time got parlay, plucka plucka, in the mix now
Ya cocksucka,
You get flavour like a skittle when I rip a rhyme riddle, your
Face is in da pillow den I shoot it in da middle, ya 26 words
In the alphabet, and I use all 26 to get there grips, cause
You can see me on the highway, the plane, the plane mein,
Nickatina lake for a slate again, with hot weatha, hot leatha
And hot chedda, you bring the beats with the hot borettas,
My souls controlled by the late billy holiday, me and eric
Strung got all the way, rainy alarm with the charm of a nickel
As barm, then I sell you somethin that shoot straight in your
Arm, and get a plate from duct tape to wear the bait, some man
Made jars didn't give a little shake, I hope ya got somethin, 4
Pound on your waist, because I drive like I don't have breaks,
Cause it's, the fast lane baby, ain't nothin like it, some play
It cool, some get excited hit 5th gear and you might get
Indited, spend all your cash tryin' to fight it,
Uh, you see I'm cold blooded, gary petters go glovin', lovin'
To play it cool but we heat it like an oven, I bowl gord in
Borgeon, with all fairness, ain't no turnin' back, I burn a
Sack so careless, sly just like stone, high all alone,
Glowin', rap crews oblivious all outta they zone, and I was
Told to treat em cold, a blow, ever keepin' flow, there's no
Reason to tell a leader, go, this is a rush, the outspoken in
The pissed discussion, like N.W.A I'm always into somethin',
And I'm a record like a athlete, out shone stampy, rollin' with
Motha fuckas just doin the damn thing, livin' life too fast to
Catch it but got it mastered, down, now get mad and lash out,
Classic, genuine rappin', watch the boy play, can't escape the
Game the range is point blank,
When it come to cash yea man some might divide it, but when it
Come to me don't try it, gotta com-plaint, boys ride toys on
Chrome, baby you drunk, you need to go home, 15 quick and I'll
Thug rug bone, first of the month and roll another blunt,
Tonight I got cranberry juice in my cup, you starin' at a rap,
Can't freak, what up, night time got parlay, plucka plucka, in
Tha mix now ya cocksucka,
Put on your seat belt, need help I'm about to go fast, no
Bitchin' motha fucka, so don't even ask, forget about the past,
You betta do the math, freaks tryin' to put their dirty hands
On the cash, more keys than a piano, you like to travel, think
All the fours that flows, reach the ammo, retreat to the
Shadows, fire in the battle, you might see me on your
Favourite news channel, 2, 7 or maybe even 5, money on my mind
, you can see it in my eyes, talkin much shit I don't eva have to
Lie, unless it's to a judge, but then I gotta grudge, a game
Where there ain't no love, money, cars, strip bars and the
Hardest drugs, night time got parlay, plucka plucka, in the
Mix now ya cocksucka, night time got parlay

 

[fox69]

"7 Letters Coked Out"

"7 Letters Coked Out"


C-O-C-A-I-N-E [x2]
This right here yo would never win a Grammy
It might get love at the port of Miami.
Crushed real fine for the the junkies off grimmies
All coke dealers say, "what's up king Nicky"
Cocaine rhymes designed up in the lab
Don't blame me the kids in rehab
I hit all colleges knocks 'em up
Every dorm that I go to they blow the stuff
Can't control the stuff, they're tryin to hold the stuff
And I can tell by your life baby girl your stuck on
C-O-C-A-I-N-E
Can I be your drug of choice cause I'm cocaine fresh
No need to look further cause your fuckin with the best.
Police scared on cocaine matters,
Cause drug dealers brag about who's car is fatter
But it's all a pattern like the rings around Saturn
Your out there in space going off free base
Too many 8 balls and hanger stealin from the mall
Give your grandma cause your momma don't care
Fast speed balls gotcha pullin out your hair
While the drug dealers all throw money in the air cause of
C-O-C-A-I-N-E
My homey says his go for 18-5
And with no wings we can make birds fly
And everywhere I go mother fuckers gettin high
And every drug of choice is at the top of the line
If you do it for the profit do it then lock it
And don't stop homey till the police stop it
Brain got the bends in the middle of a drought
And watch a broke bastard drop his mount
The Fillmore city knows cocoa leaves
I have your whole town coked out before I leave on
C-O-C-A-I-N-E

 

[fox69]

"88"

"88"


Since 88' been slingin tapes like cakes
Consult with the real and stay away from the fakes
Told my nigga Mike-Mike, there's money to make
And hes been down here since 88'
Fakes and snakes infiltratin skeem
Crack is queen and Tiger, money is king
Man... my nigga spanky got a hell of a beam
Since 88' hes been a dream to fiends
From state to state I gotta sling these tapes
CDs to make so women masterbate
Educated niggas with ghetto fame
Famous for splittin up niggas brains
You reap what you sew when it comes to the game
Swift to the fifth and now you have no name
Since 88' dope is escalate
Niggas out-run cops that's over-weight
The 1st and 15th are sacred days
Money and hoes flipped are different ways
Weed is smoked at an alarmin rate
Prepare for an attitude at the start of the gate
Man... my minds on the money and my brain can't escape
So just like cakes man, I'm a sling these tapes
Since 88' man, there's been a race
Ears, they open wide when game is laced
Man... this sexy hoe, she got a hell of a face
So I'm a use her to fly tapes across the state
Prices dropped and they rise like yeast
No shows'll have a nigga mad for weeks
Man... my girl just quit me and I loved that freak
So frustration fucks is what I have in the sheets
Crime and murder has escalate
Fun and love has just turned to hate
Gin is in and niggas drink it raw
Watch for the task cause niggas break the law
Don't look for trust because it don't exist
You talk too much to that nasty bitch
Man... she told your plan to a hell of a dick
He told his click, now for a minute they rich
Since 88' I been slingin tapes
Like keys from Cuba or the Miami state
Triple beam it up and see how much I'm a make
It's been this way man since 88'
Motherfuckas drive cars that alert the law
Finest things that you've ever saw
Make a bitch suck dick and come up outta that bra
Found out she was cheatin, damn near broke her jaw
Masterminds... they got skeems for cream
Tryin to live that American Dream
Most niggas die over bitches and greed
Fuck the rest of this song I'm bout to smoke my weed

 

[fox69]

"9 To 5"
(feat. Too $hort)

"9 To 5"
(feat. Too $hort)



[Too $hort:]
I ain't neva had a job (Bitch)
Been hustlin' my whole life
But I always wondered...
If you ain't gotta car...
Can you still car pool or do you gotta catch the bus?
Shit ain't right baby
Frontin' on a player
I told you once neva talk down on a playa bitch
We from the bay, what the fuck you expect?
Yeah
We gonna let you know the truth
[Andre Nickatina:]
Bitch you got a 9 to 5 and you don't even drive
Talkin' down a playboy that be kickin' it live
Bitch you got a 9 to 5
Ya you fine but your ass always need a ride
Bitch you got a 9 to 5
Wake up early get your ass in that bus line
Bitch you got a 9 to 5
And these are playboy times
See we can kick it like a field goal
And you can tell the way I dress freak I'm straight outta Fill'Moe
I talk shit like a real pro
Man on the casino
Tell me that I'm fresh ho
I drive by like a drive by
Freak hit me with a text got mad I didn't reply
I dip fast down the skyline
And you can say I swim fast if you knew a zodiac sign
I wear suits and boots and gold cufflinks
You ain't feelin' me? Then tell me what your girl think
I put a vision that will spit on H.D
Then I give a receipt man for the pay fee
Now it's way past two
I say "Whatcha gonna do? Are you goin' with her?"
She said "I'm comin' wit you"
And yeah you can check my purse
But at seven I gotta go to work
Bitch you got a 9 to 5 and you don't even drive
Talkin' down a playboy that be kickin' it live
Bitch you got a 9 to 5
Ya you fine but your ass always need a ride
Bitch you got a 9 to 5
Wake up early get your ass in that bus line
Bitch you got a 9 to 5
And these are playboy times
Ya think it's funny Imma warn ya
I been standin' on the corner of Polk and California
When the cops drive by they get every fly guy with a female all up in the ride
I drive cars that look like spaceships
I hit Broadway like I'm Joe Namath
I'm all in your ear just like a cell phone baby or a Blue Tooth
Give me all your big loot
My number is 4-1-5 check it 5-5-5
Fifty five, fifty five
You a dime
And now click your heels like Dorothy
And duck down freak from the authority
You make more money than the majority
I'm lookin' at my calendar you're goin' on tour with me
I think you could straight absorb me
And she didn't hesitate to open up the door for me
Bitch you got a 9 to 5 and you don't even drive
Talkin' down a playboy that be kickin' it live
Bitch you got a 9 to 5
Ya you fine but your ass always need a ride
Bitch you got a 9 to 5
Wake up early get your ass in that bus line
Bitch you got a 9 to 5
And these are playboy times
I'm on a legendary crime spree
And I stick to all the rules of the game that designed me
You can hit the clubs and be a broke bitch
Man all that work bitch eatin on tuna fish
I flash cash when I ride like a bike gang
I throw a turnout all on a flight mane
This freak is straight outta sight mane
Make money to the early light mane
I go shopping like a budget don't apply to me
And when I spend I'm like a Menace II Society
I like that style, what's the variety?
Check in the back, baby please don't lie to me
Gimme all the colors you can brang out
Cuz Imma be where all the girls hang out
Diamond chains on the playboys bang out
You might like to be where we make it rain out
Bitch you got a 9 to 5 and you don't even drive
Talkin' down a playboy that be kickin' it live
Bitch you got a 9 to 5
Ya you fine but your ass always need a ride
Bitch you got a 9 to 5
Wake up early get your ass in that bus line
Bitch you got a 9 to 5
And these are playboy times