Andre Nickatina

[fox69]

"San Francisco Bay"

"San Francisco Bay"


I bathed in the water of the wrath
I like to count the money
Bitch I like to do the math
You're sneaky like a left jab
Over hand right
I'm Friday night fights in the Memphis bright lights
I got a suit passion
I like to dress in the high fashion
Broke hos with good jokes keep me laughin'
I talk shit behind the tint of my Benz
As my driver goes 90 over da Bay Bridge
It's like smokin' weed all up in heaven
My God is a 7
And yo I'm a 3 11
That's 14
I sport Jordan's when I wear jeans
I'm in the hills of Tahoe throwing on my high beams
I like to wear rings
A couple pretty things
I sport leather on a bitch
If the city rains
We do drugs on a polar bear rug
If your man is a pimp
Don't expect no love
It's all upgrade
My new shades block the sun rays
Tupac on every Sunday
It's all upgrade
My new shades block the sun rays
Tupac on every Sunday
I unwrap the plastic off the swisher
Grab your telephone bitch
You can take a picture
Pour it like it's liquor
But move a little quicka
We live by the gun
So we die by the trigger
That's word of life
Man have you ever seen a fiend's pipe?
It's dark as 12 a.m.
Even in the sun light
I lose my train of thought until you say the cost
I gotta bookie that love when I take a loss
I gotta prohibition mind state
About the crime rate
No love bitch on a blind date
You get a repo reaction from the people
Down here we bump C-Bo
We sport Filas
And Adidas
And Perry Ellis
Them bitches maybe fine but them hos be getting jealous
It's high fashion
Car crashin
Suit matchin
Talkin shit on the freeway laughin
I gotta sweet tooth
I like candy paint
I talk shit to a bitch
Tell the ho "think"?
I gotta sweet tooth
I like candy paint
I talk shit to a bitch
Tell the ho "think"?
Get the New Testament
You get the tour and the estimate
Rhyme crime up in your residence
The camera lens is not a friend
It just offends
So I talk alotta shit behind the tint of my Benz
On I-80 880 980 580
280 Aw Baby
All aboard like a train
My young homie said he's like an old man
Cause he's gotta push cane
Like a dime
To design
It never rhyme
My soul it never dies just like the Holy Qur'an
And on the scale
It's like bail
And killer whales
Get at me early baby
Something like a clearance sale
I open up
I let you know
About the cost
I eat a pork chop with a deep money thought
I open up
I let you know
About the cost
I eat a pork chop with a deep money thought
Like a dead poet
And you know
Cause you show it
I'm driving down to San Jose and ya I like to floor it?
Like a dead poet
And you know
Cause you show it
I'm driving down to San Jose and?

 

[fox69]

"Saw A Gangsta Cry"

"Saw A Gangsta Cry"


(This is like a wicked passion)
The way some cashier get they cash
Fuck around have a gun in yo face
Tied up and they whoopin' yo ass

Man most cats man they don't play cause they moms get high
I can still recall the day I saw a gangsta cry

Man under the hot sun
Young cats they buck with hot guns fat ones
Man if you sellin' this
You better know the consequence shit
Walk just like army ants
Yeah man let me borrow that
Please homeboy don't be no snitch
You put this business before that fine bitch
Here go a classic tale
A motherfucker just got outta jail
Slipped up on some major mail
Then went back to jail on major bail yo

Yo most cats man they don't play cause they moms get high
I can still recall the day I saw a gangsta cry

Don't be no perpetrator
Fuck around and be on a respirator
Going up to heaven on an escalator
Cause they sent you to hell on an elevator yo

You're right in front of the corner stores with the.45 slug
Some might say it's unity but there ain't no love

Crack a smile like a beer bottle
Don't worry 'bout the bullet cause it feel hollow
Keep your foot on the gas throttle
These motherfuckers ain't no rolemodels
Blow yo mind with an evil disguise
Wickin' this nigga right in front of yo eyes
Where he got shot that's where he lies
Layin' there dead with open eyes
Blow you over on a street corner
It's all about that B-Soda
Breakin' arms and shoulders cause this drama's thick as quotas
They bust at you and you bust back
They just like a whip you go snap back
How they gunna fuck with you fuck that
Kill them all so they don't come back
Mind state
Crime rate
Hell waits for jail baits
Man if you make a mistake don't even wait
But mothafucka get up outa my face
It's a dirty loss for a dirty game
So mothafucka it's a dirty shame

I saw a gangsta cry

I saw a gangsta cry

I saw a gangsta cry

I saw a gangsta cry

It was a trip when I first saw a gangsta cry
Didn't know, didn't ask, didn't wonder why
It was a trip when I first saw a gangsta cry
Didn't know, didn't ask didn't wonder why
Indestructable, fuck with a nigga
Grow so slow, ten years seven digits
Make a bill with Baxter a broadcasta
A painy thang to fake homies laughter?

 

[fox69]

"Shaggy's 15s"
(feat. Shag Nasty)

"Shaggy's 15s"
(feat. Shag Nasty)



Scottie, scottie
Scottie, scottie

[Andre Nickatina:]
Put the phone on ya but it's the booty call
And I'm comin' ta bust nuts on all ya'll
And I'm out
Half a blunt hangin' out my mouth
Speedin' like a demon on 101 south
I smoke chewy like a muthafuckin' nut
Ya got a gram bag get the zags an' roll 'er up
It's Andre Nickatina tiger comin' out the cuts
Maximum speed drivin' I don't give a fuck
Garcia blunt fully hunt down the cat
These bitches on the street muthafucka were you at
Dippin' on swayze with my niggas from tha set
The blunt went out but we ain't done yet
Get another one blaze
Bitch get paid
A welfare that check every 15 days
I remember highschool lowfuel and bushy
Cuttin' that muthafucka go gettin' pussy
Caught up in the madness
This freak was the baddest
I seen her baggy jeans and her ass was the fattest
Ooh it's jenine
She licked my dick clean
Come right away she got a twomp sac of weed
Nigga I'm sippin
My potna's got the tay' stay sippin'
Talkin about money, hoes, hustlin' and pimpin'
I'm over
Doja like this fine bitch
Shinin' like a car or my news stands smith
Cut the fade
Hoes get wet from the wave
Dancin' in a cage with ass for days
It's like this
I didn't know you smoke chewy bitch
Now bring the yale too so we can fire up a spliff
About six
My pager's talkin' to me sayin' "shit
The battery's low in this son of a bitch"
Yeah 15's pound like this
15's screamin' out bitch
15's bumpin' gangsta shit
Mind on a muthafuckin' grip

[Shag Nasty:]
A nigga graped his coat when I heard them 15"s
With a new 9 in the waistline of them jeans when I them 15"s
Heard them 15's
Grab my weed to get keyed when I heard them 15's
Fresh out the house about to pop my p's
My niggas done swoop me up about twelve fifteen
What's the first thing to do but find that weed
In that sedan de ville cadilac with' the gangsta lean
I gots to pop me a not
Soon as we hit the spot
So I can hit the ho twice and see how much cash she got
Me and 'dre will hop out
When we hit the parking lot
And get to flossin' on them fools like I pooled up at the postop
Jumped out the car and we was feelin' like g's
I was broke that day but lookin' like I slang keys
But these hoes will neva know
Cause them ones will have you fat
When you off in one of them clubs and dressing all in black
And it was cool I had juice to get in with a strap
In case I see one of them niggas from back in the days I done jact
In fact
My nigga shot done served that nigga a sac
And told me that he had 3 mo' niggas posted out back
Bring this on
Cause right by the back door is my cuzin tone
And mr. blunt
Ready to give some nike reading lessons to a chump
We make them bleed
Then leave the seen
With them a.r. 15's
A.r. 15's

[Andre Nickatina:]
Man I don't drink cappacino
I'm a picses not a leo
Can't even strike to reno unless I tell my fuckin' p.o.
Drinkin pina colata brooms staring hard at the moon
On the eightteenth floor hopin' I can find my room
Five star
Adictive like liquor at the bar
I sell tapes nigga bring it on cash or master charge
I gets lower than a den when I'm strikin" on a mission
Lookin' for competition
Or maybe a couple bitches
My style is something deadly like a newport cigarette
I'm a street chemist bitch
A money hungry pit
Like daffey duck I gives a fuck
It's mines it's all mines
Catch a flight in hienz
Cause I'll leave that ass behind
Come stick with me
I'll bumble like a bee
Cause my boo
We was cool
Back in nine two
But check it
I hit the party and these niggas holdin weed
And I hold it in at my heart and don't wanna leave
Yeah what I think not
Ya know we hate cops
Imagine if nigga bought
Every donut shop
In the city
Fuck it in the muthafuckin' world
Greesy like a curl
Priceless like a pearl
Strikin' like a lighter
Bitin' like a biter
Bitch did you recognize my whitewall tires?

[Shag Nasty:]
Yeah man I recognize your whitewall tires, but we got to get this over with
You understand me. I'm makein' moves I can't be standing around it might have
Been a good day for you, but I'm a tell you it'll never be right.
I stepped outside and I was tweaking
So tipsy mentally geekin'
I seen my nephew he had just got plug
He gave me credit he hooked me up with a proper dubb
Here come my girl I hope she got a pipe
It might of been a good day for you, but for me it'll never be right
I must have been geekin' and I stole my mama's t.v.
Now my little brother and my nephew wanna see me
But I ain't lookin' for them, I lookin' for a triple beam
And I'll be back later on cause I heard you niggas got ice cream
Something fat never that soda
Fuckin with the mexicans ya'll be havin' that peruvian yola
Strait butt naked a dobe fiends dream
Nextellin' ain't no tellin' when I put it on a triple beam
I love that bitch if ya know what I mean
But I ain't talkin' bout that skanless, I'm talkin bout that icecream

 

[fox69]

"She's In Love With The Camera"

"She's In Love With The Camera"


Shes in love wit the camera lens
And the triple dark tint on the champagne benz
She stand out amongst all her friends
And I can already see that she get them ends
She looks deep in the cameras soul
And with no control she gets the perfect pose
It don't matter everywhere she goes
She turns simple things into designer shows
A lot of cats have to call the bank
Just to order one bottle of what she dranks
Shes in love with the cameras eyes
She knows God gave her prize
And she shows the guys
Her heart lays where the money lies
And if you don't recognize
You better read the signs
Shes gonna live in the world divine
Man even if shes gotta make the camera cry
Shes in love with the cameras lust
But to a rap cat it really ain't strange to us
And do her move so dangerous
Man are you down for me? its no tamin us
Cuz you the real kind
Its always camera time
Tell the others get away let the star shine
The money grind in the line for the fine wine
The lights flash just to catch you at dinner time
She love the camera in the digital form
But when you see it yo its like she in the physical form
She got arrested by a female cop
And the bitch even made the mug shot look hot
Your girlfriends try weak maneuvers
But no matter what you do
The bitches cant out do ya
Your life's always in a Kodak moment
Every picture that you take people always want it
Tiga first try to pop they game
Hopin one day to get you in a picture frame
I tell you hoe you on top of you game
You need to put money signs by the top of your name
Cuz whether black or white
Or even day or night
The pictures that you take always come out tight
They ask you to quit, you say hoe stop me
And turn a house party into the papperazi
She's in love with the camera theme
Because behind every theme is a gang of cream
The people fiend when you hit the scene
Because you dance like a pro even in tight jeans
The bitches like to watch, you say come and get me
And if yo girlfriend fine ya'll can even switch me
She's vanilla what and yous the dark coffee
We make a party and you never have to get up off me
She's in love wit the cameras stares
And even tho they don't move some think hers will
But other bitches gotta pop a pill
To even feel 10% of her sex appeal, chill
She's a flight catcha and a train taker
Hands down or up shes a money maker
She never once show her girl or her boyfriend
But shell tell you shes in love with the camera lens

 

[fox69]

"Show Gone Wrong"

"Show Gone Wrong"


It was a Saturday night and I had a show
I'm in my dressing room with Bocco and some cats from the (?)
And they was blazing up the weed to the lord Sher Khan
It was a knock at the door "Are you ready god?"
I'm on the side of the stage man the place is packed
With dealas, feelas, niggaz, women, yea drugs and macks
I hit the mike like a bottle of Courvoisier
And just when I was about to play man it went this way
A gun was shot up in the place man bu-buck buck buck
I seen this cat by the bar gettin' stuck stuck stuck
And other cats by the bar man pulled out their glocks
And that's when the whole place had got like piping hot
Man bitches screaming
Niggaz screaming
Bullets flying
Bitches crying
Niggaz fighting
Bitches fighting
It's kinda frightening
And all this at a show
Motherfuckers falling by the exit though
Gotta let 'em go
Gotta let them go
Niggaz in here with a black four-four
Fuck this damn rapping show
Now its 'bout to pop
Cause after that I think I heard like four shots
And all I remember after that was seeing the light
Insecurity singing Nicky you goin' be all right
I'm hella numb and getting cold cause there is no pain
The bullets caught me as I was trying to get off the stage
I think about my momma yea you know the lord Sher Khan
And in the back of my mind I wish I had some (?)
But yea homey macaroni-o this is it
I think this is the last rap I'm bout to spit
Kings of kings, lords of lords, gods of gods, sons of sons

 

[fox69]

"Smoke Dope & Rap Live"

"Smoke Dope & Rap Live"


I smoke chewy like a mother fucking nut
You got a grab bag hit the zags and roll her up
Cause a nigga like me, can't fake it when I'm high
Get the visine for the tight red eyes
Jumped in the Cutlass with the niggas from the set
The blunt went out, but we ain't done yet
Get another one blaze like it's barbeque beef
It ain't nuttin like a blunt for the funk in ya teeth
Yea, I'm a skinny 6'5" motherfucker
If u didn't know me, you would think I was a clucker
But I'm not a clucker I'm a dodger and a ducker
Come a lil closer I'm a show u I'm a punch ya
And if I can't beat u get my gun and I'm a buck ya
Turn u over like a bitch pull out my dick and I'm a fuck ya
Like a fiend for the weed I'll tweak
4 15's in your trunk that's beat
Proper ass amps abco, alpine
Put the coke on the dash roll a dolla do a line
Pump RBL's maybe 1 2 3
Or the funky shit by the I.M.P
Now I'm high like a motherfucking jet
Fuck a 9 to 5 I'm a juke on the set
Slang these thangs and fuck these hoes,
One line at a time goes up a niggas nose
The shit clean my sinuses just like a shower
Indo or tide blend it in with the powder
Now I'm chewy high with a hard ass dick
Ooh there goes my pager could it be a trick bitch
Oooh it's Janine, she licked my dick clean
Cum right away bring a dime bag of weed
Like a nigga that's sick, caught up in the groove
Kill the pussy bust a nut and like a vet stick and move
Out of that house a quickie I know she got mad
Because I killed it and I didn't bring the weed
I did bring the weed but I left in the my Cutty
Did you really think I would smoke some dank with you dummy? (yeah)
No, Dre Dog won't die
See my nigga Cougnut nigga let's get high
He said I got the drank and you got the dank
He said my nigga Dre Dog Frisco is the place
For me to get high and you to get drunk
We smoke dope we rap and these hoes we fuck
Ooh I'm high as hell from snorting that girl
Rush Mr. Cee so I could tie me up a curl
Out that shop hoes do jock
See my Cutty in a rag I will drop top
See the freak on the block I think her name was Kim
Just stole her in the Cutty like Iceberg Slim
I said how you doin, my name is Dre Dog
You give me your number I'll give you a call
She said my hair looked proper as it blew in the wind
But I can't have her number cause I fucked her best friend
It's a pity I'm a nigga that just don't care
Except for my dope my money and hair
Cause everywhere I go it's the same damn song
Nigga smoke more dope than Cheech and Chong
I love to tell the truth but I'm such a good liar
The Dre Dog nigga smoke more than Richard Pryor
I'm true to the dope that I smoke no joke
Check me right now there's a gram in my coat
Cocaine blunts (what?) and hip hop tapes (what?)
Rubber car keys and ID that's fake
And rhymes do pay so my pockets do grow
I snort so much snow that they should call me Dre Blow
Cause I don't drink beer I don't drink gin
Bust the freak hit the pussy then I try to fuck her friends
Dre Dog don't laugh ain't a damn thing funny
When niggas talk to freaks who ain't got no money
I done smoke enough blunts fool to fill my brain
Chewy boy do me raw cut cocaine
And niggas get pumped when they smell dank-a-roma
When they smell dank-a-roma then they know I'm on the corner
They offer me drank but I don't get drunk
I smoke dope I rap and these hoes I fuck

 

[fox69]

"Soul Of A Coke Dealer"

"Soul Of A Coke Dealer"


[Andre Nickatina]
You say you want it all
You say forget the law
And everything you saw, you copped it from the raw
You gon' be like the ones in sky
And for a sec I was bout to ask why
But we was broke
It's 83' with a street gleam
And young cats is rockin up and gettin' street teams
And motherfuckers that hate me and want me to die
Man they can see that I'm broke in my eye
I need to do it, I need to talk to Twinky, he'd probably front me somethin
He made 20 g's, outta straight nothin'
And Pee Wee bought a 69' cutty
That niggaz mackin bitches makin money
That shit ain't funny
Cuz I'm a go get her and makin thangs iller
It's like a pain killer, but it's much realer
And in my callin' I could see the scrilla
Playboy just said coke dealer, man I'ma try
We had a lunch date, in 1988
And from your sad face, you said you caught a case
But besides that the money was pilin' up, business was doin good
You movin' on thru the hood
Got you a house no doubt in Vallejo
For $700 ounce you gon' drop straight yayo
Niggaz be talkin bad, sometimes I be gettin' mad
I just gotta gun, yo my mother said don't call
And like paper I was ripped apart
Because you know that my mother is my heart
I feel ashamed, cuz im'a blast first up in the game
It ain't a mystery to me, money close at range
Cuz these bitches be talkin shit
I live by the crucifix
Because of my pathways, party my last day
Praise to the double glock
I've smoken so much pot
I don't know if I like it or not
I got beef wit the Barry brothers
They started hearin' my name up in the game
And told the undercovers
Yeah so here we go round and round
The streets don't make a sound
Don't they come uptown, nigga we cut em' down
And thats the mind state for all those niggaz
Rats bitin' cheese yeah all those squeelers
Till the devil come and get us yeah they all gon' feel us
Don't make it hard for coke dealers
Word life..
Ok it's 92', now what you gonna do?
I heard you killed a guard, in ya fightin squad
He said Nicky man you know the street theory
I can't let the competition near me
I hate em' dearly
I'm so out of control in my life
Live by the sword and die by the knife
My mother called to give her best
The police picked up the phone started to laugh
And said he's under arrest
I felt pain in my heart from a thousand whips
Man, I wish I had never learned to bag a zip
You should have seen they face when I payed my bail
It was the look of the devil thats gon' send me to hell
I made a call and I got a plot
Cuz when it comes to this lawyer
He wants the money man there ain't no disguise
And these bitches with these cold hearts
Man they be tellin' they friends
That I'm a give em' a gang of ends and then
My misery is legendary
And I could hear the old coke dealers cryin at the cemetary
I'm in the fast lane with no brakes
And when it comes to this money
I need a bakery to cook these cakes
Man I'm goin to hell
Or I'm a die in jail
Or these bullets gon' rain
And I'm gonna get nailed
Cut cut cut me down Nicky
It make me wanna shiver
The lost soul of a coke dealer
Word life..
The lost soul of a coke dealer
Word life... [x2]

 

[fox69]

"Speed Ball"

"Speed Ball"


This is a speed ball, something you might not know about
How did a crack head get up in the white house?
I let my phone rang like I let my chains hang
I think you need to come down on the price range

This is bolo, Bruce Lee like, King Like
The POLICE not cops, but STING like
Man I'm the type to roll weed at a green light
She turned back to a pumpkin at midnight

This is a pay-scale, and yo it's mixed with the crime wave
Where we spend everything, and we don’t save
Shopaholics, alcoholics call it what you want it
The jewelry is all good ‘til you have to pawn it

This is bolo, Bruce Lee like, King Like
The POLICE not cops, but STING like
Man I'm the type to roll weed at a green light
She turned back to a pumpkin at midnight

Man this is Coco County
I make all these suckas get from round me
And sometimes I like to flash all my dope thangs
My eyes lit when the weed and the dope came
It's like I spent my whole life in the dope game

This is bolo, Bruce Lee like, King Like
The POLICE not cops, but STING like
Man I'm the type to roll weed at a green light
She turned back to a pumpkin at midnight

This is the seventh sign, a new car and a new crime
My Stan Smith's are all white, my new kicks
I like my milkshakes and money clip real thick
My clothes Dougie Fresh, my hair Slick Rick

This is bolo, Bruce Lee like, King Like
The POLICE not cops, but STING like
Man I'm the type to roll weed at a green light
She turned back to a pumpkin at midnight

I keep the weed lit, and don’t ask me bout nothing
I ain't seen shit, my dark shades at night time is real life
I gamble like ima die that’s real life
I like the car black and I like to smoke white

This is bolo, Bruce Lee like, King Like
The POLICE not cops, but STING like
Man I'm the type to roll weed at a green light
She turned back to a pumpkin at midnight

You wanna transform, well don’t be mad when I Decepticon
The ganga, The mecca dah, the God Khan
I look like Mustafa when I roll bomb
And I’ll stay but only 'til the weeds gone

This is bolo, Bruce Lee like, King Like
The POLICE not cops, but STING like
Man I'm the type to roll weed at a green light
She turned back to a pumpkin at midnight

 

[fox69]

"Stress Factor"

"Stress Factor"


Don't push me cause I'm close to the edge
I'm trying not to lose my head
Sometimes I sit alone
And look deep into my soul
And I starrin' down at something
That's very out a control
Tolerence at zero
Emotions dead and gone
If indo was a pebble
Man consider me stoned
Patience low I rest to go
I got's to get ahead
Mothafuck these hoes
And them po-pos I gots to get my bread
The streets say nothing nice
They crooked like the idus
And everybody dippin seein
Who can get the highest
But check this out
Man, without a doubt
And about who's comin' fresher
And about that cab
And protect that ass
Don't panic under pressure
My stabbin' like a whip
Or better an alligator
Temper going up and down like a
Like a fucking elevator
Bitch I want it now
Don't give me no delay's
My hustle got me trippin
Liftin' from my turn away's
Man this life is real
No time to be an actor
And I'll play that no man
Let me know
It's just a stress factor
I want to grow old
Have a kid and a place to sleep
A down ass wife
And when I die I'll rest in peace
But man that's all a dream
This donja got me bleak
It got me feelin good
But I forgot what I did last week
Now look at my face
This shit ain't fake
The pain done turn to pressure
Every nigga that know man feel me tho
Don't cop down to a lessa
My mother woke me up
One day said "boy you gettin grown"
Your momma has 3 jobs
Your momma is gettin old
So I took it as a hint
When on my mission spree
Mind full of hatred
Got me fucka, time is hard you see
That monkeys on my back
And I can't get him off
So whatever I do
Mom it's just for you
No matter what the cost
I put that on my life
Everything I see is dark
Money is rare
But I don't care
Man stop that niggaz heart
He's comin like a big wheel
I'm comin like a tractor
Man take this hate
Run it's too late
Man it's the stress factor
Some think that I'm The Man
Some think my shit don't stink
But yes it do
I thought you knew
I'm not a coward or a fink
One side of my heart got love
The other side is hate
And boy that hate is stealin love
Right in it's fuckin face
Women ask me how I'm livin
I tell them day by day
With a donja joint
That lovely voice
Of Mr. Marvin gay
Man I gots to get away
That just might do some good
But every time I gets away
I miss the fuckin hood
My homie lost his job
He don't know how to react
So I do our thangs to help him out
Like took a little crack
But that shit's over rated
And it gets Complicated
But you would never know
From that cat flow
And the way the pictures painted
Motherfuckers whisper
And think I don't hear them
And wonder why I'm over high
And never will go near them
Much love to all my niggas
From workin' men to jackas
Cause no matter what you feel it's
Cause it's called the stress factor

 

[fox69]

"Summer In Florida"

"Summer In Florida"


What's chrakalackin, nackalackin, nigga watcha packin'?
Now I hate bitches widda passion
High model street fashion
I stay weeded with the beat bashin'
Talkin' shit when I'm smashin'
Put ma rap down, profound ina virgin town
Hit the mall like the God, now I'm splurgin' now
Crack a rhyme, hard crimes in all Five (? barrels?)
It's somthin' like Egypt n the Pharo's
Gimme the keys to ya' city, I'm a still pick the lock
And leave hella clues fo da cops
Leave fingerprints on tha' glock
Leave ID on tha' block
Dawg did ya do it? No I did not
Gun powder flour, nigga (?) Towers
I love gummy bears, sweet n sour
Dawg it's tha (?) lyrico, myrical sponge, bitch
Shell toe Adidas n Air Force Ones, bitch
Smellin' so cute in ma Sean Jean suit
Filmoe street, nigga bus' duce duce
It's da fellony rhyme n a mellody crime, it's heavy
Ya catch four raps right across ya belly
Ya big homey, in Vegas like Coleeonie
It's all real, nota macaroni sin
Imagine bullets bouncin' off ya chin
Fo'eva fuckin' off your dirty grin, n den, yeeah

1984, I was on da plane dat was about to soar
I was jus fourteen, about to go down n' see my family
Jus when the plane was about to land, I saw dat ma cousin was da man
He gave me da formula, dat was ma summer in Florida

In 1984, I was on da plane dat was about to soar
I was jus 14, about to go down n see ma family
Jus when da plane was about to land, I saw dat ma cousin was da man
He gave me da formula, dat was ma summer in Florida