Andre Nickatina

[fox69]

"Blind Genius"

"Blind Genius"


Man, a new Rolls Royce hit the Popeyes drive-thru
I had to tell my driver I'll guide you
See my life thru a BlackBerry
Some people like that
But I think its kinda scary
I'm somethin like a sailboat baby jus tryna sail away
And you can tell I'm never comin back after today
I bundle up for the night air
Even though its cold and dark yo I still wear white Nike Airs
I cop like 4 pairs
It reminds me of Michigan and Antwan Jobear
I hit the night like I'm el presidentay
Don't wanna be up in the kizer perementay yo
And I rush outta town like Picasso I rap pain
A perfect picture yo
Then I come right back
Then I embrace my criminal mind, a criminal kind
Heres your chance if you see a criminal shine
Cuz my style is real 'Pac yo with the Pun set
A lotta Tuxedos before I gotta jet
I like breakfast in the nighttime
MGA made a clock man its fight time
[CHORUS:]
Man this the life of a blind genius
And even though I can see let me tell you what I mean is
I'm so blind by material things
Yeah sometimes I don't see whats in front of me mane
Yeah ya heard right
I hit the night life
And shake the whole scene up like a pair of dice
I tell the bartender thats too much ice
And she over charging on the Hennessy price
I don't freestyle
I don't free lance
I said paced out
I say pay fast
I know homies that passed in the weight class
But it was pushin weight that they all passed at
And when I gamble don't catch me on a bad day
Like when the warriors had just lost the other day
You send me to a preacher
I confess
You said its all good
I said lets bet
I think of Khan at the crack of dawn
And then I hit my closet for a new Sean John
I'm in the middle of a premier pack
I put vocals in the burgundy 'lac
Yo my perm is like jet black
Man its the life of a blind soul
Its like a hustla tryna sell you fake gold
Or like a married man who ain't never faithful
But talk down on a pimp when he break hoes
[CHORUS]
I hit my court date smellin like straight weed
Plus I had a fat knot in my blue jeans
You might have to pray for me when I hit Vegas because my mind is wrapped up in the latest and the greatest
My aphrodisiac is the payest
Never to play us or delay us
And everyone that know me homie know I gotta shopping fetish
If you think I'm buyin you somethin you best forget it
Backwards like Benjamin button
Or SuperBad somethin like McLovin
Hotter than the oven
Baby that boils the crack
And When it comes to rap
I'm like a spoiled brat
And you can catch me some days, hair oiled back
And countin on somethin thats a royal stack
At the tuxedo party in royal black
They had barbeque I said foil that
[CHORUS]

 

[fox69]

"Blood N My Hair"

"Blood N My Hair"


Blood in my hair from the wings of a hawk
No angels guide me I seem to be lost
Spittin a rhyme from divious ways
All in the veins them freaks they get paid
The path was layed the bed was set
Nicky the cat from the fillmoe jets
Here go the stealo it ain't that odd
Kahn, money, clothes, broads
Don't forget weed and rap for the gods
Pages that rewrite the holy karahn
Man I've been swervin since julius erving
Ready to rap now so open the curtain
Don't be in the lab when I'm doin bad
Pencil's and pads they turn to cash
This how I mash
Driving so fast
Shoes say wu when I step on the gas
Baby is mad
Man she got ass
I looked and gave her my gangsta laugh
My pedigree my legacy
I sell it like aphetimines
They told me at the dinner scene
And I'm standing there high in my anchor jean
Gangsta's, hustlers, hoe's and all
Be one to pay when a rapper falls
Blood in my hair from the wings of a hawk
No angels guide me I seem to be lost

It's mighty extreme to being a king
Looking for people to be on the team
How much money it cost to cheat
To slow ya down and be drug free
With? boots and sean john suits
And exacution that top of the roof
Who got the juice
Show me some proof
The curser the rhyme give me the loot
Awake like an owl and drinkin some tea
Watchin fights of muhamud ali
Dodgin death with every step
This is my rep give me the checks
Like snaggle puss I'll step to the left
With this freak death as quiet as kept
My philisophy is tha boss of me
Pass the hot sauce to me
Usin diamonds and pearls to flauce with me
I stand there with none
Hot as a gun
The sound of the noise will make you run
Move from the slugs that will rip your lungs
Look in the eyes of the greediest god
Rollin the streets with the cadi?
Cut through the rain like ninja blades
The batter ramming slang the rage
I got my game from project floors
Weed, dope, and dice by the door
Crush anything that'll cause a threat
Talk to the bookie secure the bet
Never with leniency he won't agree with me
Gettin all mad when I make the call
Gangsta's, hustlas, hoes, and all
Feel the pain when a rapper falls
Blood in my hair from the wings of a hawk
No angels guide me I seem to be lost

 

[fox69]

"Bobble Heads"
(feat. Black C)

"Bobble Heads"
(feat. Black C)



[Verse 1: Black C]
Call me a psycho cus I just might go
Shoot up ya block cus you’re walkin' on a tight-rope
Plus I'm off that nitro, yea that’s that loud pack
We don’t smoke bammer so its best that you fall back
San Francisco ball cat, you’re fuckin with a Giant
Ya niggas say ya real but the real is ya lyin
[?] is what I don’t do, real is what I live by
Fuck whatcha goin' through if you're tryna (tempt[?]) mine
Im tryna get mine ballin fuck getting by
You suckas hatin' cus you fallin' like a zipline
While I sip wine with a thick bitch with thick thighs
Small waist pretty face, tryna get high
She said she like real niggas, no farce
But you’re bitchmade actin worse than these broads
Goin' through they menstral, all up in ya mental
Just like a bitch ya keep dick up in ya dental
Damn

[Hook - Andre Nickatina]
It’s the God Khan version, Magic, Ervin
All them suckas is crashin', burnin'
Money, gone, lookin all old
Look at my poker face, I’ll never fold
Cock, reload, sellout shows
Mouse rangs and all thangs , pull out ya gold
Don’t tell me about it homie, pull out ya hoes
Hammer up like Stan Burrell on bail

[Verse 2: Black C]
You can hip, hop on the muthafuckin' jock
I'm an RBL nigga getting money 'round the clock
And these bitches don’t stop when it comes to this black nigga
In the Bay, I'm a legendary rap figure
Plus a cap pealer, homie thats a fat nigga
You're not loyal to the soil you's a rat nigga
And I'm a real one, the last of a dying breed
I'm off kush muhfuckah you smoke bammer weed
I fuck with top notch bitches in that Prada wear
You fuck with low budget bitches with them bobble heads
Yea, you niggas strictly sickly
For real, you niggas can't get with me
And you can believe it or not like Ripleys
Ya boy been an underground king like Pimp C
Or like Mac Dre, or like Mr. C
I go hard on a bitch, no sympathy

[Hook: Andre Nickatina]
It’s the God Khan version, Magic, Ervin
All them suckas is crashin', burnin'
Money, gone, lookin all old
Look at my poker face, I’ll never fold
Cock, reload, sellout shows
Mouse rangs and all thangs , pull out ya gold
Don’t tell me about it homie, pull out ya hoes
Hammer up like Stan Burrell on bail

[Verse 3: Andre Nickatina]
You say oh god cus im givin' you hell
Leather jacket, adidas with them shells
You can miss me like a stray bullet
Gary Coleman on ya ass with a new Qillis
Sheeit, God-Khan but I’m still a capo
I let the weed hit me while Jimi Hendrix sang Sand Castles
I dip through the big pineapple
And if you see me real quick its something like an eye sample

[Hook: Andre Nickatina]
It’s the God Khan version, Magic, Ervin
All them suckas is crashin', burnin'
Money, gone, lookin all old
Look at my poker face, I’ll never fold
Cock, reload, sellout shows
Mouse rangs and all thangs , pull out ya gold
Don’t tell me about it homie, pull out ya hoes
Hammer up like Stan Burrell on bail

 

[fox69]

"Bobby Shaw Is My Tiga"

"Bobby Shaw Is My Tiga"


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

 

[fox69]

"Bonus"
(feat. Shag Nasty)

"Bonus"
(feat. Shag Nasty)



[Shag Nasty:]
Go baby baby baby ooo check check

[Andre Nickatina:]
The homies said
Man we can trunk em like rocky if your cocky when you knock me
Do it till we sloppy or atleast untill you drop me
Nicky back at cha like star six nine
On the grind, on your mind and I'm runnin out of time
You know that bay bridge heart kid runnin through my veins
Hang with me bird let me pocket everythang
Cause my 3-10 shoes they don't leave no clues
I'll book and break the law but I'll fucken follow through
Holla back my cardier savoir's fair
I was born round I could never die square
So it's like that

 

[fox69]

"Book Called Fillmoe"

"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 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

 

[fox69]

"Break Bread"
(feat. Richie Rich)

"Break Bread"
(feat. Richie Rich)



[Verse 1: Andre Nickatina]
Live fast, drive slow
I'm looking' like ‘Pac in the Benz when he was hanging' out the window
Right now, I've got my Jesus piece on
And all my rings, you can see I'm about the game
Holler back, baby, like an echo
But you gotta know your colors
Get green, roll purple
My tires just did a full circle in your neighborhood
And like gumbo, the flavor's good
I roam like an alley cat Grade-A, Supercat
Bumping' Shabba Ranks on a full tank
My religion, baby, is big bank
Holler when you see me spending' money, go amen
Snow bunnies love them a suntan
That's why I wear my hat low and my shades, man
I don't waste time or liquor
You can see it on my face, I don't chase, it's a race

[Hook: Andre Nickatina]
Break bread
I don't know what they say where you stay
But where I stay, everybody say pay
So you'd better (break bread)
Baby it's a (go-go) when it comes to (cocoa)
Get down and do what you said (break bread)
Just like a leprechaun, looking for a jackpot
Or a hot crack spot, baby (break bread)
Baby it's a (go-go) when it comes to (cocoa)
Get down and do what you said (break bread)

[Verse 2: Andre Nickatina]
Man, this is money motivated, demonstrate it to the latest
I do it like an addict up in Vegas
And you can see me talking' like a wizard through my cellular phone
Living' life like a felony, weed and cologne, like
Pacific heights, crushed ice
I do it like a haggler, baby, yeah, on a Sugar Ray Leonard night
Posted up just like a poster
If you're melting' like butter, baby, I'mma have to toast ya
My stairway is straight Led Zeppelin
And my Air Force Ones so new and so fresh, and
Play you like a PS3
And that's Crown Royal, freak, don't try to BS me
But I never knew what she said
All up in her head with the phrase that pays, and it says:

[Hook: Andre Nickatina]

[Verse 3: Richie Rich]
Twenty fifties, a hundred tens
Two white bitches in a Batman Benz
Straight mobbing', one named Robyn
Can't see her head 'cause the bitch probably bobbin'
Slurp something twerk something
Bitch, you getting' money? Maybe we could work something
I been had a million
I don't need nothing' but a bitch that love Vogues
And these all-gold Daytons
Ask Dre Dog ask Nicky
You ain't getting' money, you ain't fucking' with Richie
Patron Silver, straight Goose
Twins with me, and they loose
Thirty rounds, town business
Don't make me break records like Guinness
Bitches wanna fuck all day and give head
But I don't fuck for free, ho
Nah, so

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"But Not Me"

"But Not Me"


Some mc's don't rap it up, hold up a front like they really gonna give a fuck, but not me
Fucken it up and let it run, talkin to much like when they hold the blunt
But not me
Head up in your sound proof, FUCK, make a mistake and take twenty-five takes, but not me
Talken loud, and they about, what, everything and that's so damn free

I'm like kasta troy, liven to enjoy
Consider myself the number one b-boy
Relate the word, I give a new definition
Wack on the mic and you got me suspicious
Smack in the head, wake him up, give a fuck
When I'm goin on, get in the mood I'ma blow the zone
Its everyday all day, learn it the hard way, I make the bet parlay
Grabbin that ashtray for the blunt and OJ
Run the game so cold, just like OJ wait your turn
Everything gonna rotate, locate
If you focus it'll go straight, smoke this
And it'll really make your head light, I wont stop when successful and set tight
You wanna jeopardize everything, gamble away, with the scissors who don't even bet right yeah right
See I could never fret, so don't sweat
The technique cause its all step by step
I'm like archie, baby, gotta live it by my rep
There cant be a day in my life I regret
I cant really help if you see me as a threat
Kamikaze with no safety net
When I rap I can see your identification
Gotta make it clear so there's no mistaken

Some mc's don't rap it up, hold up a front like they really gonna give a fuck, but not me
Fucken it up and let it run, talkin to much like when they hold the blunt
But not me
Head up in your sound proof, FUCK, make a mistake and take twenty-five takes, but not me
Talken loud, and they about, what, everything and that's so damn free

 

[fox69]

"Cadillac Girl"
(feat. Mac Dre)

"Cadillac Girl"
(feat. Mac Dre)



[Chorus: Mac Dre]
Ford, Chev, whatever ya got
Don't mean shit, shit ain't hot
Lincoln, Caddy, whatever ya got
Push it man, don't be scared to squat

[Dre Dog]
Quick fast in a hurry
Squat bounce drop dirty
Cocaine white tiger white walls
HIt the freeway hard at night y'all
With the keys right there I'm ready to drive
Like a eagle at 12 I'm ready to fly
Pager going off, the cell phones ringin'
Al Green's playin' and I keep singin'
Jeans creased up with the beat up
Now I'm about to go pick this little freak up
Blow L's, make mail, ponytails
Had to compliment her on her fresh done nails
Varoom, motherfucker boom boom
A whole block of green lights, freak zoom zoom
Mario Andretti with Blowjob Betty
Pedal to the metal when your ridin' with the devil
Did just that at In-n-Out Burger
No pickles, no onions, no playin'
Check this out no delayin'
Did a donut right is what I'm sayin' SHIT
Police came, I was on the streets
Smokin' more weed, bumpin' more beats
Puttin' more words in the ear of this freak
Cadillac girl, somethin' I'ma keep, Seville?

[Chorus]

[Mac Dre]
Cam, lifters, ? shifters
Three fifty one make the old school swifter
Rap in the trunk, slap in the trunk
Fat four-four in my lap for the funk
Talkin' to a beezy on the phone but can't hear her
Turned down the bump, so I can hear clearer
I hear sirens get nearer
Red and blue lights in my rear view mirror
Pull over, nope nope
With a car full of smoke and trunk full of dope
I hit the gasser, go faster
All you hear is dual exhaust, flowmaster
On a chase, I take 'em, then I shake 'em
A real Cutthoat nigga ain't no fakin'
I shoot, ain't scared to scoot
And shake them one time on a hot pursuit

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Call The Dealer"

"Call The Dealer"


This is a dedication
A secret celebration
A Rick James thang
A Mae West thang
You get cocaine dope mane pills mane
Mary Jane and everything
That will have you spending money mane
Super drugged out drug store cowboy
The pot gets hot the dealer says let it boil
I'mma tell you now man all the bitches in the club want
Cocaine (cocaine cocaine)
Driving real fast with the music on blast
She said bitch more
Cocaine (cocaine cocaine)
Pick the phone up
Tell the dealer fall through
Everyone got one what about you
This is a dedication
A secret celebration
A Rick James thang
A Mae West thang
You get cocaine dope mane pills mane
Mary Jane and everything
That will have you spending money mane
Super D-Boy kilos in the fast lane
Its no rehab when addicted to the money mane
I'mma tell you now all he really likes to do is sell
Cocaine (cocaine cocaine)
Spend a lot of cash with the paint on the car
Looking just like cocaine
Pick the phone up
Tell the dealer fall through
Everyone got one what about you
This is a dedication
A secret celebration
A Rick James thang
A Mae West thang
You get cocaine dope mane pills mane
Mary Jane and everything
That will have you spending money mane
Super kush cloud hoes spot packed now
Man get your high back because your high is going down
She's dressed in white up in the night
Man trying to attract that
Cocaine (cocaine cocaine)
She said man don't even talk
And you might as well walk if you don't have
Cocaine (cocaine cocaine)
Pick the phone up
Tell the dealer fall through
Everyone got one what about you