Andre Nickatina

[fox69]

"I'm A Junkie"
(feat. Equipto)

"I'm A Junkie"
(feat. Equipto)



[Intro: Andre Nickatina]
Now I, played some hoes in my life
But I never played this ho before
ANd I swear, if it's cool
Ho I only wanna be
[Andre Nickatina]
Man I speak with percision
Money's my religion
Freak how you livin
I fly like a pigeon
This is the mind of a rap cat
And get all the money and the hoes yo and never try to hatchback
I talk shit in the cadillac
It's about two AM my freak is sippin on cognac
She love me I love her right back
But yo it's a different kind of love
Man kill her with the kisses and the hugs
Sometime she might cry like a dove
She know I got hustle in my blood
She know I don't spit no scams
I like candy yams
I never jepordize who I am
I don't have to try to cross her
Man I'm her sponsor
The word play I display man it'll haunt her
Man take these CD's yo and bring the cash back
I'm a junkie for the money how you like that
And how you like that
I bet you like that
I spect you like that
I think you like that
[Equipto]
I live life we think we didn't care
And leave the scene with my pinky in the air
I left my mark with dents in my imprints
And chalked it up with Goldie my big friend
Discuss the thang like what's the game
When all fails it's all hell we trust the game
And I'm confident, I spit it like no other on the continent
And I ain't lookin for your sympathy or compliments
You work regardless put it aside
You might feel a little pain that's just your pride
Now baby wide open, breakin the rules
In the shoes of a prostitude bout to choose
I'm chosen all up in the rhyme like a metaphor
Promote the Queeze help me go ghetto gold
[Andre Nickatina]
You're lookin at the culture of the rap culture
You stare long enough you might see just move on my poster
I might have to ice grill ya
If you talk outta line and the god don't feel ya
I put your mind in a octagon
And you'll devote your whole world tryin to play with Kahn
You ride around in the flyest car
Your catered at the bar
I have you shining like a lucky star
And all you gotta do is take this and bring it back
Take this and bring it back
Take this and bring it back
Shit, and now I'm laughin at the money stacks
And all your friends and your buddy pack is lookin for this rap cat
Man it's the gift boss
And get the hot sauce
And don't ask what the clothes or the cars cost
I like to mad floss
Man get my hair did
And talk shit to a chick eatin spare ribs
She said she love me
I make her heart feeze
Alright baby, then move these CD's

 

[fox69]

"I'm A Pisces"

"I'm A Pisces"


Gettin' in where I fit in, right?
What that deuce deuce poppin' like?
Baby, I like the way you work that tongue
You had a don't care nigga for 3 weeks sprung
It's the game, the muthafucka calls my name
Product made of yola cuz the rules don't change
The prettiest thing is new white wall tires
I shoulda been a lawyer, cuz I'm such a good liar
Kill dosia style, brain child in a beanie
God fear a nigga under pressure and greedy
Microphone cops steady fuckin' off my dealings
Even when I'm workin' muthafuckas think I'm chillin'
Recruitin' like the army, or even the marines
Some get rejected like black jelly beans
I'm on the scene in my jeans, smokin' weed from a sac
Muthafucka, where you at? I got cocaine raps
Ya hardcore CB4 uproar made a nice comeback, but didn't touch my score
A Farrakhan listener, white world prisoner
My frisk down is just like the state pen for visitors
Ghetto red hots, guns, crack and macks, fly clubs, no love and cocaine raps
Spendin' ways incredible, money untraceable
Niggas start to jack when the money ain't available
Baby you talk too much, pass the blunt
I'm tryin' to give your fine ass the raw and uncut
I got no time to be a crybaby fool
Forgive me, but they got me packin' pocket tools
Fresh out say fuck 'em, yeah, I made a gang of raps
Smokin' weed in a rental with the gangsta tracks
Straight chewy, and a nigga got a gang of pride
Check the battle or the struggle through my Chinese eyes
Had to tighten up the fade, got my murder 1 shades
Still tryin' to fuck them freaks from my highschool days
B. Adams, do you still love me?
Cuz ya first born is strugglin' and it's hard to stay drug free
Cock back loaded and about to explode
Like the 12 story 'jects, bitch I'm outta control
Alpine reliant, police defiant, Kentucky Fried and Popeye's #1 client
Represent the look like the great Sam Cook
Put a star by every freak in my true black book
Clutch tight fist pumped way in the air, pagan,
you dealin' with a microphone bear
Tear, pear, where?, stare, check it, I don't care
I just can't quit, shit, the rap game fanatic
Tryna stay calm with a mad weed habit
Cussin' and fussin' at 100 degrees,
I think like a blind thief with the vision of g's
Chewy used to do me, listen to Ice-T
Ya lookin' at a nigga who wish he was drug free
But nigga that's a dream in another life
So until then my last word is re-ligh

 

[fox69]

"Jelly"
(feat. Problem)

"Jelly"
(feat. Problem)



[Verse 1: Andre Nickatina]
Got out the car and said send her, don’t bend her
Maybe she’s a winner
I tell her that she thick, she say she wanna be thinner
She something like a steak and prime Hennesey dinner
When she walk down town other bitches wanna get her
I’m Barney Rubble man, looking for a Betty
Who’s super duper fast with the fetti
Jam things up like Teddy
Peanut Butter ready make a real rap cat say jelly

[Hook: Problem]
Yeah, real I be, erybody know me, need no id
Go hard on a ho, over vip
I am P, bitch you know I’m bout that motherfucking paper
Yeah, I’m bout the paper
Bitch don’t wanna do what I say, I’ma make her
Yeah, I’m bout the paper, yeah I’m bout the paper
Bitch don’t wanna do what I say, I’ma make her

[Verse 2: Andre Nickatina]
Man, she the type of pancakes that you like to see in the morning
Nothing that she wear be boring
Dolce and Gabana blue light
That’s what I wore tonight
For you to choose, break the shelf right, holla back
I let my curls fall out my hat
She like the vodka with the 7up, go bitch, throw it back
I might have to fast forward that, because the peanut butter ready
So go ahead and add the jelly

[Verse 3: Problem]
Problem in this thang, diamond is the lane
Car paint wet like I’m riding in the rain
Swerving through the town drunk
Mixing light and brown, not giving mad fuck
Cause I got the niggas get down
Got a thick chick with me, I met her through my rally
Peanut butter skin, pussy sweet as jelly
Bang to the tellie, got her drug, gave her liquor
Then I thought to myself
Why fuck when I can pimp her?

[Hook: Problem]
Yeah, real I be, everybody know me, need no id
Go hard on a ho, over vip
I am P, bitch you know I’m bout that motherfucking paper
Yeah, I’m bout the paper
Bitch don’t wanna do what I say, I’ma make her
Yeah, I’m bout the paper, yeah I’m bout the paper
Bitch don’t wanna do what I say, I’ma make her

[Verse 4: Andre Nickatina]
She said what’s up with the nose candy
Then let’s get the party started
My ex boyfriend was light harded
Now he’s with the dearly departed
Hello, night time mellow
Moving that jello, heels stay steady
Peanut butter ready make a real rap cat say jelly

[Hook: Problem]
Yeah, real I be, everybody know me, need no id
Go hard on a ho, I'M a vip
I am P, bitch you know I’m bout that motherfucking paper
Yeah, I’m bout the paper
Bitch don’t wanna do what I say, I’ma make her
Yeah, I’m bout the paper, yeah I’m bout the paper
Bitch don’t wanna do what I say, I’ma make her

 

[fox69]

"Jelly Bean Colored Suits"

"Jelly Bean Colored Suits"


I wear clothes that'll circle the globe
And write raps that make them out of your nose
I'm like a beara tone.
I take the Vegas trip man that's my favorite
I hit the strip like a sailor coming off a ship
I'm in the back of the car like a mafia don blowing weed wearing Louis vaton.
I'm like the diamond out of Africa
In the cheesecake factory talking loud like a pastor be.
I got wings that birds don't have and I fly like the birds don't fly
In the midnight kill an hour
I give my life to the holy kirran but it's way behind the god of khan in the sun of Milan.
Step back as I roll the bomb.
You might text but I wont respond
It's the blueberry
Going 90 down seminary Bumping the scarriac?
Because I'm so damn fresh yeah.
I wear rings like the young slick Rick and if I pawn them I can buy a brick
Feel me on that. I crack a smile like a cracked bottle I talk shit to all the poor damn strip models
I smoke weed like I won't get caught
I drive my car like I'm sellin' a yot
I'm always ask baby what you got
I'm always ask baby what you got
I'm always askin' baby what you got
Give it to me
I shoot thru like a free throw
I'm not high but people try to find me like Nemo
I wear the Sean john. The new white one
I'm from Frisco
Balcor, Barry bonds
Man let me roll the around it
Going up something like hydraulics
I be shopping on market
Yo anything fly in my sight is my target.
I like cars with the fresh leather I like them real tough
So I gotta call my Foid Mayweather
I eat the gummy bears buy shoes in double pairs.
Wife beaters under my shirt is what I gotta wear.
I chew now an laters and wear alligators be at the parties where you see all the ball players
Philmore days. Tahoe nights.
Man I be rapping just raise up the coke price

My closet looks like jelly beans from all the colorful suits that I got from the Philippines
I keep my nails clean
A little visene
I'm at the mesanino root boy yanah I mean?
I take it back like brown royal
Or for the stop homie
Turned it into a gym and win the pot foil
She like baby oil and a sweet sense
I like something automatic on the flight trip
And when it's automatic man you can see the cabbage
You can see it in my face
Man I'm extra manage
More new cars more fresh clothes
My deek is the code for the pesh mode
I like to laugh like the hyena

Cause every time I think I'm gonna lose I'm a straight cheater
I wear wife beaters at your pool parties
But i ain't Not getting my hair wet for nobody
I take off like a redeye
And I could shoot to la in atleast 45
Til the sunrise then we cut pies
And the girls only talk to the trick guys
I hit my lawyer with a quick bundle
Just to let her know sometimes a guard might be in trouble
I roll blunts in the backseat
And then I sit on that ass and I watch the whole track meet

 

[fox69]

"July The 4th"

"July The 4th"


How should I start? I'm so confused
By now I'm sure you heard the news
Cats I got workin' on the block,
Got a plot for me to stop
In my heart, I can't even say they wrong
Cuz in the game all the playas sing the same song
I have seen cats do back flips when the bullets hit
Had to go and bring Jesus in they life
Counterfeit to the pulpit
But anyway
I'm so loved and hated 'round the community
My mother wonder what money, drugs can do to me
I swear to God, I seen the Devil in my bag of weed
Where you live, I might freeze,
Gotta get this cheese
Cats is makin' side deals with these other dealers
And slappin' five with a player
Man, like I'm they nigga
I paged Nickatina, he didn't call me back
He must be on tour, but I'm not sure
But once again, it's July the 4th
And once again
God I'm goin' to war, for sure
"There's gonna be fighting,
And somebody's gonna get hurt, that's for sure"
... "And everything we worked for will be wiped out
And I don't think we can let that happen,
I mean that makes sense"
Man I taught these cats how to move this coke
Taught these cats about the weed they smoke
Took they mind from bein' broke
Now they wanna have me smoked?
My woman said to me, 'her or my friends?'
I said my friends cuz we bowed our ends
She said, nigga please
Them muthafuckas is ya enemies
Baby I love you but I gots ta leave
Because you don't sleep
Some nights man, you don't even eat
Smokin' weed, nigga,
Runnin' the streets
But check it, I don't complain
I hate the fact her face is stuck in my brain
It's like razors just to hear her name
Put that on double glocks
The beef is burnin' every tick of the clock
Even the rain won't stop the plot
Got a page from Nickatina
But right when I was 'bout to call him back
My windshield had suddenly cracked,
from the impact
Gave shotty, glass half cut off my body
I can recognize the shooter,
It was little Shotty
And I gave that muthafucka, yea his name,
He tryna' to take a cat out the game
Yo, I'm full of blood (?)
You know bullets give you hot love
I go in shock from the heat of the slug
I think I'm 'bout to die
This is my last time to testify
And after that there was no reply
Put that on double glocks (Shit)
"What did you say your name was again?"
"I didn't"

 

[fox69]

"King Nicky's Crown"
(feat. Lolo Swift)

"King Nicky's Crown"
(feat. Lolo Swift)



[Verse 1: Andre Nickatina]
My raps are like a cell phone rate,
Cause they keep ringin all across the state.
Hit the barbque party make a handsome plate,
I give u hell untill I make it to the pealy date.
Feel pretty, king nicky do it for the city,
The spot got hot when they shut of the semi.
Game is late with a straight poker face,
My recipies cats all wourlin to taste,
But wait it's the chef the new hockey ref,
Cause I'm a cold rap cat till my very last breathe, yes,
I crash cars with the melokie brothers.
My horoscope told me there is no other.
I rap everyday like a christmas gift,
I stay hot at the head if the g's don't flip, but trip,
Crushed velvet I tackle no helmet (wuh)
I probly ain't shit if u let a freak tell it.
[Verse 2: Lolo Swift]
Wha (?) via pimp take it for what it's worth,
Loli lo might mama never (?)
(?)
With the magnitude that you submittin'
To the game brame watch this how you be forgettin
Cut out your never next with the stylish jack
Leave your ass for dead cause you be fuckin faggots BITCH
Picture this superbowl sunday,
Niggas shoottin craps in the kitchen
(?)
Bank robber
(?)
What ever you like pumpin I ain't from my abs
Cause my ass is tight
[Verse 3: Andre Nickatina]
I write scriptures,
For those (?) drug picture
Treat the pain and make it feel liek a slug hit cha
(?) I'm about to make bail
The plan I got (?) cliental
The killer whale goes deep benathe the ocean floor,
And leaves dead MC's at the sandshore.
The atlantic, man don't panic, you act liek u ain't never
Get your ass kicked.
I make money and for me it's sheer kind,
Comin through, smellin good, park (?) (ooooh)
All in detriot man they know my (?)
Stretchin they necks tryin ta check the guy cause,
I stay quite when my other niggas get loud
I kick style with my silver tooth smile (cha ching)
I cook rhymes on a cookie sheet
While you play that top on a rookie beat
WORD
[Verse 4: Lolo Swift]
Frankly, I'm about to spank thee
On the microphone (?)
Stitchin up your pain with my protocall
You'll get your (?)
Kidding, you see my devilsh grin
I see the way you like sedating while I'm lickin my ends
While u be gressin I'm progressin your the (?)
First lesson compessin, cause (?)
Is the first step to a cry (?) I'm a pimps grip
(?) now really how far do you think the players
Path gon getcha? c'mon nigga HUH HUH?
Shiiit you know mackin is a game freak, and I'm a player
But not for long (?)
Shiiit, King Nicky in full effect I got coke dealers askin
"What you doin next? " and check.
Like the honycomb hideout hidaway, I don't drive nickatine
I just fly away. Spread my wings like a vulture when it comes to this,
Makin moneys more sweater then a tounge kiss.
Shift the gears on my (?) like a (?)
Back there I had you spinnin like a comacobie.
Work the rap like a drunk work a bar tender,
Shake it live like a colt 45.

 

[fox69]

"Last Breath Of An MC"

"Last Breath Of An MC"


[Verse 1:]
My Vocabularies vary, it's so exclusionary
You'll find my baby pictures in modern dictionaries
Next to mighty mercenaries, and visual visionaries
And sexy freaks eating strawberries
I represent my mind in the 415 dime
Tryin' to stop my rhyme is like tryin' to stop crime
I float like an eagle that soars through the sky
And hit the murder scene in the perfect disguise
[Hook:]
In my rap world we bump 75 girls
Playboy short, right before court
Staring at the judge like 'what you talking bout? '
You told me to take the stick of gum out my mouth
See I'm a devil in the street from the serious rhyme
But still I'm an angel in my Mamas eyes
In my rap world, WE BUMP 75 GIRLS
PLAYBOY SHORT, RIGHT BEFORE COURT
[Verse 2:]
Try to bite what I write and it'll break ya jaw
Andre Nickatina right here in the raw
Ain't no real rap lord gon' respect the law
Get the phone, page my little cousin Bobby Shaw
Shuffle like a CD changer, the rearranger
Baby hold me tight like the gun of a banger
In the frame of the game leave my name on your brain
Until we meet again it will never be the same
Slice my own piece of the true money pie
When is it cool for a real cat to cry?
I hit the sky like a bullet that's shot at the moon
Ride the wind like a wicked witch tipping her broom
Keep your eyes on the deck, check, 52 card bet
Heart bumping through his chest, I love it when I see him sweat...
In my rap world, SHIT, 75 GIRLS...
[Verse 3:]
Expose the theory of remarkable worldwinds
Beats I wish I could sex like my girlfriends
Party 'til dawn on them hoes like it's the first
Who gon' keep on talking when the 4-4's burst?
Smokin' weed like it's legal, possessed by the words
The world is a ghetto man there ain't no birds
I got a solid gold crown that I'll never wear
'Cause I know Tommy Tuckers want me to share
[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Last Rap I'll Ever Write"

"Last Rap I'll Ever Write"


On the night of the last rap that I write
MC's all over will bless the mic
Point two double glocks in the air
Some cats gon' die in they barber's chair
Real rap take to be made of gold
Hot little ho's y'all keep em cold
Everywhere, check it out, it'll be cool
All dope deals will even go smooth

On the night of the last rap that I write
The Devil and God gon' have a fight
Check it, head to head
Tiga, toe to toe
Try'na figure out where I'ma go
All non-smokers gon' blaze the weed
Butterflies will turn back to centipedes
From pennies, yeah tiga
To a gang of g's
And all my homies go from oz's to ki's

On the night of the last rap that I write
Mike Tyson gon' have his greatest fight
Knock the little trick out with a left and a right
Stevie Wonder even gon' regain his sight

On the night of my last rap
Africa's gon' be run by blacks
And no where 'round will there be crack
Jamaica's gon' get Bob Marley's back
And all my tigas gon' bust they guns
And no where 'round where the police come

And check this out
I'ma kick it with Khan
Muhammad Ali will be pronounced as god
Won't be one killin' in the projects
Muslim's will all cry from Malcom-X
You will finally get respect
Dis I know, I never guessed

On the night of the last rap that I write
I'll be married with a wife
She'll be the special love of my life
But check this out muthafucka, not tonight
Life, of a desperado
Kick it like soccer, that's my motto
Like a bullet in your gun
My heart stay hollow
Somethin' to like but not to follow
Yo

 

[fox69]

"Laugh So Serious"

"Laugh So Serious"


She said 100%, hey that ain't fair
Yo dream talk turn into nightmares
I know she ain't coming back
And all I know is I ain't callin back
So dangerous and delirious
Man I laugh so serious
I start to stress like the movie Black Swan
You can see my shark fin in a small pond
My silhouette in the moonlight
Is something like the Joker in the Dark Knight
I'm on the streets like a muscle car
Sheeit, I'm known to take it way too far
My hand in ya purse like David Blaine
The money is there, but never seen again
We can do it like the Robb Report
Right after I pay this fine in court
I roll the weed like a brand new car
She hit my phone and said what you charge?
That depends on what you get
Bills, rent, and my percent
She said 100%, hey that ain't fair
Yo dream talk turn into nightmares
I know she ain't coming back
And all I know is I ain't callin' back
She said 100%, hey that ain't fair
Yo dream talk turn into nightmares
I know she ain't coming back
And all I know is I ain't callin back
This bitch tried to say Andre your through
I said call it what you want but I won't call you
Step to the mound like Vita Blue
Throwin' pitches at you
This cake ain't fake it's Duncan Hines
So don’t run by the oven when it's time to ride
Said buty not beauty is the number one step
Now whatchu got left?
I'm so serious when I laugh at stuff
Hennessey, yea you can fill my cup
Forgive me for all my greedy ways
It's just a relapse from the selfish days
Mine to get, mine to spend
Mine to flip and my percent
She said 100%, hey that ain't fair
Yo dream talk turn into nightmares
I know she ain't coming back
And all I know is I ain't callin' back
She said 100%, hey that ain't fair
Yo dream talk turn into nightmares
I know she ain't coming back
And all I know is I ain't callin back
I read ya style, like a TV guide
There’s money out here, I ain't bout to hide
Just because my hat is low
Bitch that don’t mean my dough is low
I hit the gas like Racer X
And I live for the ‘Moe, whatchu expect?
Stand out like a crown jewell
And that’s MJ 23, no bull
With a serious laugh that’s matter of fact
Back then I would get my hair pulled back
Once again like a muscle car
I'm known to take shit way too far
I aim my gun at a shootin star
The weed is lit, Rakim Allah
If you too broke, who broke you off?
You need an APB if I get lost
She tried to say what she get
You, this, and my percent
She said 100%, hey that ain't fair
Yo dream talk turn into nightmares
I know she ain't coming back
And all I know is I ain't callin' back
She said 100%, hey that ain't fair
Yo dream talk turn into nightmares
I know she ain't coming back
And all I know is I ain't callin' back

 

[fox69]

"Little Coco"

"Little Coco"


I was the itty bitty cat, with the itty bitty bat, with the itty bitty gat, with the itty bitty raps, they like "ooh not you", I'm like "yeah nigga me", I only come around when niggas pay me, I love bruce lee with a cup of ice tea, fully dressed smokin' weed in a hot jacuzzi
Big bank in the fish tank, sideways on the street when I dip man, drinkin' pineapple crush with a blunt, don't touch, check it showin' my luck for this girl name, Nicky punch, what, spare me your thoughts, pass the hotsauce, you don't know how much these shrimps cost
The homie baked to a state, the warning's like wait, cause everything we do is like a dopecase yeah, rippin' through the city at a fast pace yeah, tryna make money 'fore it's too late yeah, fall arrives, check it tiga bonzai, livin' like the devil sent piece of the pie
Kill the noise if you're spittin' baby, talkin' is for spectators, fascinated by the brain the multiple game, tryna get you over way out of you're frame, you're dancin' with the devil when you mention my name, like caine and thangs nigga buck-bucka bang bang I hope that's my lady when the fucka phone rangs
Like a fares wheel, I get the fairest deals because I lovee long legs and the highest heels I drive a coup devielle AND A SEDAN DEVILLE and I kick it sometimes up in VACAVILLE girl relax and chill we got weed for real and would you please make sure dem drinks don't spill
You know we kick it hella wicked on a ticket to atlanta mind state thinkin like the 60's black panthers like JO-JO dancer, baby what's your answer your partner is a libra I'm a a pisces you's cancer PRANCER! that's my tiger from the five they told me to park, and I put it in drive, they told me "tell the truth", and a nigga straight lied, I had em all twisted like a bag of culry fries