Andre Nickatina

[fox69]

"Fly Like A Bird"
(feat. Dubee)

"Fly Like A Bird"
(feat. Dubee)



[Dubee:]
Yeah, bitch
Dre and the mothafuck Dog
Yeah the one (backflip)
Believe it, you know I'm sayin
This that bay shit, you know I'm sayin
That real shit, from back then to now

[Andre Nickatina:]
Man I'm a coke rap spitter
A hair pin trigger
A crime rhyme dealer is illa but on the realer
Spin around tornado lust for the words
Wrap it up like dope, fly like a bird
Nothin but bakin soda the motorola do it well
Up in your face man with somethin to sell
I'm like a chronic vision pigeon tiga spinnin in time
Two 45's, 357's, and 9's
My figure eight, is real is not fake
Strawberry soda, garlic bread, and steak
Ahead of the chase and hide behind the wheel
You talk for money and we can make a deal

[Dubee:]
Make a deal you square ass nigga
We bay stunnas bitch
Turf top niggaz, nigga from the street up
Nigga, can you feel it

[Andre Nickatina:]
I'm not a screw face, I keep my boots lace
Then listen to the homies brag about they gun case
They off taste, crank beat with more bass
My court date, in I came in hella late
No cross game, wear rangs with no chains
Holla at the God if you a rap cat mayne
Nickel plated, got a image is penetrated
I put that on my life I'm glad you never made it
Raw hide, all in my bloodline
You never find a drug like me of no kind
Don't hide, cause it makes it more divine
To put you in the fire in line on Valentine's
February, or was it January
I lose my memeory when it come to you canaries
It's necessary, on guard with what you carry
Split the middle open swisher then add the blueberry

[Dubee:]
Unravel the backwud nigga
With you stupid ass
That's what's wrong with you niggaz
You niggaz ain't laced
Nigga, we lace niggaz like boots

[Andre Nickatina:]
I'm not a damn fool
I live by Bay rules
Bay slang, and I'm doin my bay thang
Make change, get bread to kick game
I know you got ass but you's a lame freak dame
No shame, and I'm greed to the brain
You know the pitbull is off the ch-ch-chain
To the lane, on the freeway of pain
I don't spend dollars on expensive champagne
Rip hearts, and I pound the Skylarks
Pedal to the madal in my Wu-Tang Clarks
New suade, from the stage to the grave
Hot day, these pistols in the shade
It ain't strange, motherfucker you sell caine
Add a little color to the picture frame
The rhyme cheetah, throw on a wife-beater
T-shirt, jeans, tennis shoes didn't see ya

[Dubee:]
Din't see ya mayne
Gotta get away from you mayne
We shake it spit shit like v mayne
You know I'm sayin
The new nigga to table mayne
Bring it all mayne

[Andre Nickatina:]
Man this analogy, is a new strategy
And this academy, is headed for a tragedy
It sound to me that your tryin to break free
And snakes like me don't allow that see
At close range you can see my vertigo
Venom in the soul and I'm ready to let it go
With no control, man it can grow like a rose
And I'm standin right there with my Fillmoe pose
When a child cries, In a heart a father dies
Punch you in the eye to let you know that you alive
Meetho, multiply the equal
Bumpin C-Bo, on the way to Tahoe
I'm stage left, at the store remain chef
Man cook it up and keep it from the ATF
The Barrucuda, yo the rhyme roof shooter
Runnin down the stairs of the projects do a
Kamikaze, grip your style just for a hobby
And rippin in the lobby, man while kickin it with Bobby
You say the work then here come the work
Put mustard on it, wrap it up, fly like a bird

[Dubbe:]
And eat these niggaz up mayne
It's nothin mayne
It's my nigga Dre Dog mayne
You niggaz better get hip to this shit mayne
If you can't dig it like a shovel man (backflip)
I guess you ain't able
Nigga, more than rap cats mayne
This bay shit mayne, thuggin nigga
All-star shit fool

 

[fox69]

"Ghost Of Fillmoe"

"Ghost Of Fillmoe"


I like your mind, your body, your soul, your figure
Catch ya, hold ya, squeeze you like a trigger
Mind full of rap gun powder, it's a habit
Shootin' like Elmer Fudd at the screwy rabbit
From pennies to nickels, from dimes in the rhyme
Get your paint brush and line your design
It might be a little bitter on top of Sugar Hill
But the ones that got killed say it's real on the field
From the sky
Ghost of Filmoe, what

 

[fox69]

"Gingerbread Man"

"Gingerbread Man"


"J'aibe soin d'un crayon..."

You better make it
And lace it
And hope the pigs don't take
And keep your mission basic
No time to come and fake it

Spin like a CD
You know it's Nicky T
Come to your party
With no apology
All at your function
This ain't no usual luncheon
I see what I like and then I jump in

Float like a Cadillac
Girl can ya handle that?
Hittin' on cognac
Now you don't know how to act

I'm your favourite Motorola
Your new Coca-Cola
At least until you get tired of my new poster
It's about the money, and bread and never fantasy
A situation might change your whole anatomy

Who hit the jackpot?
Hot as a crack spot
Took out the cash box
And left with the flash(?) doc(?)

Shit, you know
J'aibe soin d'un crayon
The Gingerbread Man
J'aibe soin d'un crayon

My young tiga Don Juan
He looked right in front of a khan (?)
Said that it was real sweet
Sumthin' I would keep

I live like a Gipsy
Rap till I'm empty
Fly like a Frisbee
But hung like a Grizzly

You know, I blow
And there, I go
All on the freeway
Me and my queen mayne

I eats Gumbo
The jumbo
Shrimp combo
And when I clown, hoe
I smile like a criminal

I can be like Ecstasy
Show you a whole new recipe
Don't even know why you step to me
Sayin' you ain't impressed with me

I ain't trippin' darlin'
I hear my homies callin'
And when there's money involved
Man they despise stallin'

Hook it up and then cook it up
Man shook it up and then look it up
And rock it up and then chop it up
Man flock it up and then cop it up

I hit the underground trains(?) and thangs
Stood there rappin' till the rain done came
Till' the game done changed

Man I'ma get it mayne
And don't forget it mayne...

Shit, So greedy
Don't think that I can split it mayne
The Gingerbread Man
Catch me if you can

You back there... "J'aibe soin d'un crayon"
Bartender, bartender... "J'aibe soin d'un crayon"
Waitress, waitress... "J'aibe soin d'un crayon"
You think I'm playin' baby? ... "J'aibe soin d'un crayon"

Shit, shit...

"J'aibe soin d'un crayon..."

 

[fox69]

"Glorified"

"Glorified"


Glorified, Glorified, Glorified,

[Verse 1:]
In the game of pain that rang the outlaws
Freaks come through at a 2 no draws
Stop for a sec tiga don't take a pause
If you don't see no pigs then there ain't no laws
Get beefy with me 1 time when I rap
To all them other niggas is
Like bullets in the back
On the highway going fucka fucka fast
Blowing on a chopper when I'm mucka mucka mad
Make way steady on the dirty dirty cash
When nothing hurts tiga only when I laugh

[Chorus: x2]
I glorified the crime rate in my state
The mothafucka thinks is the fliest place

[Verse 2:]
Die mothafucka you know I ain't concerned
You make a mothafucka really do learn
Popeye nigga and go home and eat spinach
Get back on the block I really can't finish
I'm ready to rap till the gods say quit
Until then freaks you gon hear my shit
Parden my manapose and parden my french
And god so check it out, put me in the mix
I'm shooting with my eyes closed at 5-0
Leaving every where I go smelling like a rose
Hanging out the car window what's up hoes
Stepped out and showed the hoes the gangsta pose

[Chorus: x3]
I glorified the crime rate in my state
The mothafucka thinks is the fliest place

[Verse 3:]
Your lucky you brothas go boom bang bang
America is the game with a gold wet rang
Keep your daughtars chain my eyes never change
Hard to break like a cuban link chain
Stay back fo a while the mayne in livin color
Instead of right next to me mothafucka
Die ya'll hi ya'll fry ya'll
Spit the truth tell the youth it's a lie ya'll
The only advice I can give to a brotha
Is fire up the weed motha fucka
Check it

[Chorus: x3]
I glorified the crime rate in my state
The motha fucka thinks is the fliest place

Shit can u understand now, I'm glorified

 

[fox69]

"God Gimme G's"

"God Gimme G's"


[Hook 2X]
Hold the ball cause you just might fumble
Goin about ninety baby comin out the Bay Bridge tunnel
God gimme G's on the double, prime time trouble
Love to watch dope when it bubbles
You must be dreamin, get a dictionary for the meanin
All up in the game like Willy Deamon
Straight up schemin, threx do a Motorolla celly
Make sure the weed bag is heavy
I never seen a vision of somethin so rare
It was right there and I stil had to stare
Two paint brushes for a masterpiece
If stake's on the plate then I have to eat
Own it like a Leopard ought to chewy on you
It's such a bizarre when you see me come through
Vogues and trues, Chuck Taylor shoes
Don't ask me for no money cause it really ain't cool
[Hook 2X]
Street love is crazy, sucka don't slip in the game
Turn around baby, what's your name?
Spark like a flame, do the Jesse James
Hit you with somethin that'll give you that pain
But anyway, do what you got the young friendly way
It's like livin and dyin like J.F. Kennedy
Did you know if you control the chrome
Then you control the dome that, controls the home
Certified like a bank check, but take a rain check
And what's next, the angel smells like sex
And it's fun, livin my life on the run
Shootin at fuckers with a Black & Decker nail gun
[Hook 2X]
I represent it like a sinner, eat a breakfast meal at dinner
Cheat just so I can be the winner
Who cares if you're mad, run and tell your dad
I do a wrestle move then put him in the crab, huh
Put me in the deck when you commit that crime
If you get away best believe you'll shine
Bo general, repose on your soul
And then you start to talk in the brag and the hoes
In the Cadillac with the beat on hip
'Quipto sips on Hennessy fifth
Disrespect Khan never, Nicky in new or leather
Forever man, gotta get the cheddar, whatever
[Hook 2X]

 

[fox69]

"He Said, She Said"

"He Said, She Said"


Don'tcha let em jerk you around
and that's how lies get started
that's how lies get started sho'

How do lies get started
Well, he said she said
and lies can send you spinnin sometimes
around and around and around and around

Now how do lies get started yeah
He said she said
Don't let em jerk you around

Now how do rumors get started
Started by the jealous people
lookin for a ? when a man and a women have a good relationship
and they trip then they flip tryin' to cook a situation in the mix

Now that's a hater for ya
ooh and I know it's hard to resist
But these foxy ladies ooh they sure persist

They bring drama and they momma with a boyfriend and a girlfriend
and they turn a nice day into a rainy day whirlwind
I'll Tell you one time only with my bezzy donizzy

I'm with my babygirl so I'm tryin' to kick it live
drink in my right hand, left on her thigh
so do yourself a favor with the ? away from me

[Hook]

Now did you hear that one about Bruce
Bruce said he talked the root and always squeezed tha juice
that came straight from a guy who probably never knocked it loose
another hater

Man I'm in kick it mode
I strike a wicked pose
cause I'm out on the town tryin' to get choked
in Teflon clothes with the scent of a rose
And my ladies with me that's how it goes

Now I can't go no place without somebody pointin' a finger
ah, but I can't blame em
my rides got sweet interior
I think I'll call my broker and I'll tell him to watch the figures
so the next time the rumors get started he'll chill and remember

[Hook]

so stop spreadin those rumors around
stop spreadin the lies

What's mine is mine
I ain't got time for rumors in life
I keep to myself
bother nobody else
so please let me live my life
I think I'll write my congress man and tell him to pass a bill
so the next time I get somebody startin' rumors shoot to kill

[Hook]

You don't wanna see me
You don't wanna see me no

 

[fox69]

"Heaven Thru The Backdoor"

"Heaven Thru The Backdoor"


You can see it in my eyes god I'm on the way out
Man What's the last words comin out my mouth
I get you in my Clutches it's lunches tigas twistin dutches
Lookin at my bank roll bunches
Pitbull leavin to rush your room like a cartoon
In to soon now we scrap like some racoons
Ain't no secret about the candy yams
I like the candy yams greens and candy yams
Twirl the rope like tha lasso or let it pop yo
And heres your vision of a pinzo Picasso
The Cheetha Chicky nail that mix the nina with the reefa
Smile like a Jackal, shoot you in the ankle
Don't like spider web, you only get tangles
And here I come running, trying to spit more ammo
Ride out the shadows, Homey close the gap
I hold hold money like a ball player hold a cramp, oh
Tight with money and pain, over and over again
And we can do it with cane, and we can do it the same
At your ass like a Scorpio. Set to go
Tiga let me know
Ya dig?
A new version of the four four
I'm a hit heaven like I hit the club - baby through the back door
A new version of the four four
I'm a hit heaven like I hit the club - baby through the back door
A magical conversation I cut your ass down
Like a block nigga hit by a 4-pound-right-now
I swing the sticky like a golf ball
Ready itll pop ya'll Aimin at me gun
And don't stop ya'll
If I could turn back the hands of time
Id sell coke in Miami say "the world is mine"
Sometimes my job expectations or court accusations
Hit the car with the weed and the navigation
I keep a lolipop like Cojack
I take a hoe nap
UP in ya lap tell ya hold that Yea!
The Fillmoe King of the ryme, it's like I'm feeling for time
Man you can wait but I'm scheming for mine
Cu cu cu gotta get the cabbage
I'm living way mad and get the ke lup for the freak cause she speak spanish
Man I ain't never been a copy cat
I throw raps at any disc jockey back
Tennessee- call me little Denny, cause I'm ryhme ready
The big homies came and got me in a blue Chevy
It's like this, yea I gotta rattle the cage,
If you wonder what I do-bitch I party for days
I keep it hot like a heat wave, rollin around
Stand you up like some pins then I'm bowling you down
Said it before, yea I'm rhyme ready
And when the suns down- Jamacian drug posse see me sayin "come down"
Drank a little bit, me and vacko
Once again it's the pinzo Picasso

 

[fox69]

"Hell's Kitchen"
(feat. Saafir)

"Hell's Kitchen"
(feat. Saafir)



"My line of work is considered by some to be a...
a tumor on society, be careful Mr. Magenta there are benign tumors,
and there are others, that are very malignant..."

[Saafir]
Ay-ay, Ay-ay (Saaf Bizzle)
Ay-ay, Ay-ay (Saaf Bizzle, Nickatina) Yo
Mothafucka in here with some real Nickatine man...

[Andre Nickatina]
When the gat would hit, then the rhyme would spit
Gun nailed you to the crucifix
I ain't new improved man I'm true to this
Ain't nothin you can do to this
Chicken beg, mislead, caught a shot to the head
Instead we get high as a mothafuckin nigga yeah wit no dreads, no dreads
I get to plugging that, who Thuggin that
Gotta go drop a bug in that
Post up where the drugs is at
Yeah mothafucka where the lovin at
My computer brain is on high octane
Ripping like a rocket man
Block it try to stop it man
You'll end up in my pocket man
Bust like a bullet in a watermelon
What's the CD there you're selling
Better not be mine or mothafucka you gon' start to yelling
Fillmore rap academy, Bustin right at your sanity
Ammo and artillery, clock a major salary
Charge just like a battery, for assault and battery
Dead just like a battery, from this major battery

[Saafir]
I bang that West Oakland my colors the silver and black
Raider nigga got his stripes from the barber shop where the filmed "The Mack"
Nigga I got them rules on my shirt and I'm deep in this game
All angles spittin it so niggas don't get it confused with the fame
Let me tap that blackness on your eyeball like "What the fuck you lookin at?"
Then I got to remember, I'm strizzled and sacked and saucy off smack
Bitch I ain't no contender, I been holding these championship rings
Ammunition and big faces mothafucka I been "Ladeem"
Niggas on the turf on American soil, gettin this American green
Niggas hate 'cause I'm skyscraping the small shelf Bull pit cigarettes
I promise a hospital harness, to be taken the farthest from this life
Nickatine and Saafir, Sizzaline is the farthest on this mic

[Andre Nickatina]
Walked out of court doin major bragging
Bruce Lee down like danger dragon
Blue jeans doin some major sagging
Freak can bump hard in the station wagon
Hot heavy and ready
Garlic bread with the spaghetti
Do it like Bo-Bo, with a fo-fo
Ty fo-fo, Ty fo-fo
Write to the gods like it's legendary
Some might think its imaginary
In the rap game freak I popped the cherry
What you gotta say about that
Keep it live a 45 number 2 pencil
Get my solo wave, for the perfect gangsta instrumental, ya feel me
Check it, load me up and then cock me back
Then come right back with the counter rap
He's bustin raps till he collapse
Or at least until his chest plate crack

[Saafir]
I ain't one of these bitch ass niggas
that ain't from the town that spit what he don't do
But I'ma let him bumble a little more then I'ma hip all my niggas to you
You lyin about tryna be high that ain't fire that you spittin
Purple haze a fake crook get cooked and burnt
and baked the fuck up in Hell's Kitchen
I ain't one of these bitch ass niggas
that ain't from the town that spit what he don't do
But I'ma let him bumble a little more then I'ma hip all my niggas to you
You lyin about tryna be high that ain't fire that you spittin
Purple haze a fake crook get cooked and burnt
and baked the fuck up in Hell's Kitchen
I know at his next show he'll be slipping, 'cause his guns ain't clicking
He tryna shine like stadium lights I'ma leave this nigga ice dripping
With some real heat star 6-70
For a bitch ass Hollywood nigga that wanna become a star that's heavenly
It's not hard, you can depend on me,
Serving niggas like you, I'm the epitome
Only difference I don't drink much
And mothafuckas get deeply touched
That think I give a fuck tryna get money
but shit if you gotta get hit I'll dump your face off
Have your ass under the Astroturf of some shit
Crack that weak Halloween mask
and stab your ass in a pumpkin, I'm dumping

West Oakland...Saaf Bizzle...

"Finished with the assignment, beautiful, excellent work, great work..."

 

[fox69]

"Henny All Gone"
(feat. Clyde Carson)

"Henny All Gone"
(feat. Clyde Carson)



[Verse 1: Andre Nickatina]
Yo
Picture me in your picture frame
With a half a blunt and a half a bottle, mayne
Goin' fast in the slow lane
In court with a pocket full of weed and my gold chain
Be like [?] lets connect the dots
Mayonnaise jars to connect the pots
All these rocks will connect the blocks
And all this money lets load and lock
It might feel like you just got taser shocked with a major knot, in the anchor drop
Yo
Goin' fast in the slow lane
In court with a pocket fulla weed and my gold chain

[Hook: Andre Nickatina]
Said I'm locked and I'm revved up
I'm started up and I'm on
Gimme my cut and I'm gone
Hennessey all gone

Said I'm locked and I'm revved up
I'm started up and I'm on
Gimme my cut and I'm gone
Hennessey all gone

[Verse 2: Andre Nickatina]
Yo
I think shes just used to sailors
She think they got water on the brain
She think they got more water upstairs than they got sugar on the candycaine
Pop pop pop
Its all good when the liquor drop
And I'm like Picasso and a half when I roll my pot
Big Bank and no less
Quick fast in a hurry like that, Pony Express

[Hook: Andre Nickatina]
Said I'm locked and I'm revved up
I'm started up and I'm on
Gimme my cut and I'm gone
Hennessey all gone

Said I'm locked and I'm revved up
I'm started up and I'm on
Gimme my cut and I'm gone
Hennessey all gone

[Verse 3: Andre Nickatina]
Shoot right by ya like a passing phase
I bump the OJ's on all cold days
I line ya up, sign ya up, rewind ya up
The weed is lit up just like times square
I talk it up like Howard Coselle
No way, no how, and no sale

[Verse 3: Clyde Carson]
Cus a mack still ain't got no bail
My nigga [?] still ain't got no L’s
Hip nigga still lookin for the pill
[?] persuading the win
Faded off gin, younger days
Champagne now, OJ chase
Hop in the whip and they holdin they face
Jaw on the flow, all on a ho
Plus they choose [?] rap features
Tell me have you ever spent a rack on sneakers?
Got game that the schools can't teach ya
Too high to touch, don’t reach up
All gas, no breaks, don’t ease up
Hennessey all gone nigga re-up

[Hook: Andre Nickatina]
Said I'm locked and I'm revved up
I'm started up and I'm on
Gimme my cut and I'm gone
Hennessey all gone

Said I'm locked and I'm revved up
I'm started up and I'm on
Gimme my cut and I'm gone
Hennessey all gone

 

[fox69]

"Ho'lat"
(feat. Krayzie Bone)

"Ho'lat"
(feat. Krayzie Bone)



[Verse 1: Andre Nickatina]
Shoot you like a free throw, don't be no hero
Turnt into a zero, I'm hard to find like Nemo
Pour wine on you like Nino, to the format
Walk on you like a doormat
I made a bet, did they score that?
Man money I fold that, dice I roll that
Tell a freak to HO'LAT
Oh you decided, money you gon' hide it
And not divide it, never split the pie
And then you're gonna lie and straight deny it?
Hell's where your souls at, freak you's a polecat
And I'ma let you know that, and you can't control that
Straight expose that, until you HO'LAT
Straight to the abyss, with a death wish
Pasta and fish, and cannabis, and a bucket list
That's bucket list, and stuck in this, like a Stucky Fish
And you know that, snap quick like a Kodak
Homie where is that dro at? Yea you need to roll that
It's time to blow that Fillmoe, HO'LAT

[Verse 2: Krazyie Bone]
Every time I come through, I sit her down what you wan' do?
Knockout a nigga with the 1, 2/ I don't need a gun dude
And tryna run up was a dumb move, you niggas broke the number 1 rule
Now I gotta show that, lil nigga where the doe at
You gotta reap what you sow jack, homie now you know that
Ain't no thang to throw a couple of blows and tell 'em HO'LAT
You niggas dealin with a monster, get in ya veins like ganja
I been (raised[?]) like a doctor, crooked like a copper
Bomb like Osama, Bin Laden drama
And you don't really want that, the flow clean pullin' kojax
Dope fiends call it cold crack, sippin on the (bozac[?])
Tell ya girl to come here so I can see if she a HO'LAT
If not back up off me unless (she tryna boss me)?
Wake em up like caffeine and coffee
You're gonna need an army to disarm me
'Cus I'm never ever heated softly, I keep a fo' fo' gat
Bodies on it call it throw back, Made nigga killin mo' raps
I'm the typa man [?] toss you a hand grenade and say here [?] HO'LAT

[Verse 3: Andre Nickatina]
Being caught up in the aftermath, is like a Magic Johnson pass
Black bag fulla filthy cash
Now you flip the Steve Nash, how long will that last
'cus time goes real fast
Gonna think you stole that, then you resold that
Had to get that dough back
Now its time to show that, quick control that
Word life HOLD THAT
This is a film mix, like Stanley Kubrik
Nothing to fool with, get ya poolstick
Hit the Que ball, floss my white wall
My rise and my fall
I know you know that, Fillmoe don't hold back
San Francisco that
Now where's the hope at where's the dope at, Homeboy HO'LAT

[Verses 4: Krayzie Bone]
Don't gimme that shit, you niggas want a little bit of that fix
You know the Krayzie (gassin[?]) really got hits
You gotta be really swift if you really wanna catch my drift
(Then I come with a slow rap[?]) peace love hate mo rap
When I spit it on a dope track
Everybody clone that, and get to thinking that they own that, they better HO'LAT
Tell em all look, real, recognize real
Recognize steal and I recon you live
Just with the skills, you can be killed
Especially when they tryna short stop my (meals/mills)
[?] niggas where the dope at, give it to me let me roll that
Blaze up, lemme smoke that
And I'm toked, and I'm loaded, inhale through the throat, HOL'AT