Andre Nickatina

[fox69]

"Nicky's (Strip Club)"

"Nicky's (Strip Club)"


Bitches take your clothes off
Homie let the money talk
I don't really care if you a baller or a big boss
(It's a strip club)
Bitches take your clothes off
Homie let the money talk
I don't really care if you a baller or a big boss
(It's a strip club)

Man this is the place to be
Man iced up to pay a fee
How many girls up on the floor?
I'd say about like twenty three
They like to shake it
They tell you "Homie drank it up"
And all the white girls like the brown girls with big butts
The Hennessy is fillin'
Man it's such a gangsta feelin'
Look at all the bitches as they walk around it's so appealin'
You know your supa chillin' when your money hits the ceilin'
This is what you really think about
Khan

Bitches take your clothes off
Homie let the money talk
I don't really care if you a baller or a big boss
(It's a strip club)
Bitches take your clothes off
Homie let the money talk
I don't really care if you a baller or a big boss
(It's a strip club)

(Yeah)
You wanna talk with her
Man then grab a drink and walk with her
And hit the champagne room and buy a bottle and get lost with her
Even my waitresses are super bad with super ass
Bringin' y'all the bottle
Askin her to join and she ain't mad
They like to click they heels
And focus on the dollar bills
The more they see the money is the more you see a better thrill
If you keep you keep it crackin' where the money keeps on stackin
I'm a tell you playboy
It's automatic
(Khan)
Bitches take your clothes off
Homie let the money talk
I don't really care if you a baller or a big boss
(It's a strip club)
Bitches take your clothes off
Homie let the money talk
I don't really care if you a baller or a big boss
(It's a strip club)

She really wanna do it
Man she really wanna make it
Man she really wanna grab it
Man she really take it
She like to do it naked even if the club is packed
Man as long as all the money is all there and it's super stacked
You know the stage is lit with money man all over it
With six or seven girls that can dance and they super thick
They straight doin' it
Nothin' here can ruin it
This is real talk
Where them dollas at?

Bitches take your clothes off
Homie let the money talk
I don't really care if you a baller or a big boss
(It's a strip club)
Bitches take your clothes off
Homie let the money talk
I don't really care if you a baller or a big boss
(It's a strip club)

 

[fox69]

"Nino Did The Cartah"

"Nino Did The Cartah"


You not thinking of taking over the Cartah?
Yeah we taking over the Cartah
Mothafucka so dangerous
Niggas is u ready to rush
Niggas is u ready to bust
The niggas ain't related to us
That mothafucka betta hit the back of the bus
The rap god said nigga tina is official
Do what u wanna, but never blow the whistle
Hot like a rhyme in your mind
Get the fucking of your zodiac sign, it gets worse
Wheres my heart cause it's not with church
On the ground with my mind doing major work
Turn around like a tornado uh cado
Never do your family like fredo
Niggas spit a rhyme like yayo
Get to thinking like a convict sitting in jayul
Sitting in jayul, rotting like a muthafucka sittin in jayul
[Chorus:]
Run muthafucka yeah nigga why bother
They ain't god and they ain't thy fatha
Five back will mothufucka they oughta
Taking over like nino did tha Cartah
Project moving shit yeah it just got harda
Protect thy son and protect thy daughter
Money be the reason and it make me wanna holla
Taking over like nino did the Cartah
When it comes to my lawyer, fuck them laws
You better get me off, fuck them laws
I done this before though, let me fall
Cock sucka and u betta show paws. punk bitch.
I wrote a rap to get filthy rich
Stepping out of my ride with the freshest kicks
Betta vision so sick about a bed o scratch
And if a fucka try to tell u try to crack his back
Nigga weed and fo' g's they made a bad seed
Show me the money I show u weed
Nuthin but cons and mines all I need
The rest of u fuckas u can burn n bleed
Nigga roar like a lion, cry like a dove
My filmore heart don't show no love
So caught up in my luck
And muthafucka betta hit the back of the bus
Line em up just like valentines day
They never thought theyd get done that way
Just like rugbee that's how I play
In this situation just sayn ok
[Chorus:]
Run muthafucka yeah nigga why bother
They ain't god and they ain't thy fatha
Five back will mothufucka they oughta
Taking over like nino did tha Cartah
Project moving shit yeah it just got harda
Protect thy son and protect thy daughter
Money be the reason and it make me wanna holla
Taking over like nino did the Cartah
Man I eat alot of candy, cause life ain't sweet
U get pimped slapped trying to bite this beat
Or even knocked out tryin to fight them streets
Blunt toed muthafucka dark in peace
Fucka grab your hat, get away from the storm
Homie u died on the day u was born
So forever, I'm a chase this chedda
Pullin somethin hot like a Polo sweata
Full of greed n ambeed that's me
I just start to kick it at a quarter to three
Look for self cause I be where I be
In that spot till the cops say freeze
Pop yo colla for a scholar gettin dollars
And all u hear is no contest yo honor
So caught up in my luck
And mothafuckas betta hit the back of the bus
Out the court and then I split that blunt
Fucka I was nervous I won't even front
Don't wait cause it's on right now
How u let a cocksucka bring you down
Lookin at the moon think I spotted a cow
Fucka motha fucka ain't bumpin that loud
He might be happy but that fucka ain't proud
He ain't with it let's kick him outta the croud
Laugh or gag u get treated like trash
Fuckin with muthafuckas walkin that path
Money be the reason and it's all about the dollar
Takin over like nino did the Cartah

 

[fox69]

"One Ticket Please"

"One Ticket Please"


[Verse 1]
It's only mandatory
The rap game ain't never bore me
MC's they try to fore me
Motherfuckers is mostly glory
I hit 'em with venom
Let the venom hit 'em
Wait 'till the venom hit 'em
King cobra, straight dola
Ticky ticky time bomb
It's just like napon
I chill with player's and rap god's and shere khan's
Man first I rev 'em up
Smear 'em up
And then I tear 'em up
Catch 'em slippin'
While cookin porkchops in the kitchen

[Hook]
This game is so cold and man you cant tell
It's like a plane crash one ticket straight to hell
There ain't no O.R. and man there ain't no bail
It's like a plane crash one ticket straight to hell

[Verse 2]
It's so symplistic
Hot of god look on the gifted
Nigga here's your ticket
Come on in better hide your biscuit
Mind full of doja
Freaks they wanna know ya
Cops pull you over
With a angel on your shoulder
Hey, shit, you better stop bitch
You want some paper bitch
You better pull a caper bitch
It's just like trinity
Double glock scared of that enemy
Fifteens a penalty
Make you step back for infinity
Get your dough homie
Perfect you shoe homie
And when you roll homie
Then get your dough homie

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
They call me Nicky
Half ounce of that sticky
Freak said she wanna get with me
Back up bitch
It's like tiger prawns and caviar
Doin 110 in a foreign car
Keep your mackin up the par
Keep your stackin up the par
Yo! it's just like livin' it up
Yo! it's just like givin' it up
Yo! it's just like tippin' it up, flippin' it up
Crippin' it up, rippin' it up Yo!

[Hook x2]

Please

 

[fox69]

"Pick-Cha"

"Pick-Cha"


(Long live the King)

Yo picture God a perfect cut diamond
Or bein the motha fucka man without even tryin
Livin like I'm dead to the world with tickets yo and refferals
My hair is in a perm so I can never have a curl
Man it's a bluebird on my shoulder can I kill it?
Man wakin up the bacon toast and eggs up in the skillett
Man can you feel it?
I cut you down like a midget
And when you see me make you feel just like a prision visit
I'm such a (lizard?)

I want the flames in the fire
So there it is paint a picture fuck up my desire
You said you want style I'll give you style with drug lord flava
I make a pimp dance yeah by shottin at his gatas
Pickin up the nickles n dimes like Jackal and Hide
The bounty is waitin for me up at Mt. Zine
It's primetime whos gon shine from the raw rhyme
Picture a rollercoaster up in a boss mind
Real playboys have wings in the sky
Silently cryin out man please don't die
Man gettin to the thick of it all
Man picture the brods
Man tellin ya call
But hopin ya fall
Sayin my name like King James no pad adriatic
I'm paranoind but really don't panic
The life afta they say it's colder then the packers
All and the damn money in the world is not a factor
Man true indeed
Upin the game with a mouth ta feed
I make a 360 spin homie rollin the weed
Roll the weed
Roll the weed
Long live the king
We take a sertain situation to run an organizarion
Man bustin like a (?) patient
Cooperation man seven years is what hes fakin
Now hes even more gangsta cause hes rollin with da nation
Now (?) yourself
Then I will talk like greedy Gretchin
Man hear the confession of my priffesion
Is Secession of illegal weapons
Up in a dot daytona
My mexican girl she drank two coronas
And she know about the ayatolah
I'm movin through the clouds
Youd better hold me down
I'm smokin weed and I'm g'd and ready ta clown
I love ta see you drown
You know I spit it
To get it
To flip it
To sell it
To air mail it to yo town
I'm like electical current
The playa reffereant
(?) councourent
Because it's gonna hit the furnace
Man pitches the pictures of me
Picturin the bitches
And all up here sayin write the scriptures
It gets worse
Cause mentally you're cursed
You're livin in a verse
Sometimes it hurts but baby yeah you know it works
Long live the king
Long live the king

 

[fox69]

"Pineapple Juice"

"Pineapple Juice"


Man that Hennessey and pineapple juice
Made that little bad bitch get loose
And oh yeah
It's a Fillmore drink
Bitch whatcha think?
I'm about sheer Khan and big bank
[x2]

Ya best holla back
The playboy with the cognac
You're right here
So who cares where your man is at?
If I was a singer
I'd prolly be El DeBarge
And just for you to hear my voice
Bitch I gotsta charge (yeah)
Mixed tape style
All in your face now
You're with me so you don't have to wait now
I triple beam scale priced my thoughts
I might buy something bitch
And don't check the cost (yeah)
In a plane flight
Ten after midnight
You gotta go to work bitch
Then Goodnight
Cause there's playboys here
That don't play around here
And this is what we say around here

Man that Hennessey and pineapple juice
Made that little bad bitch get loose
And oh yeah
It's a Fillmore drink
Bitch whatcha think?
I'm about sheer Khan and big bank
[x2]

I'm a loaded gun
I might bust if you try to run
Cause y'all run right back to the ism
Prism
I turn around in my Makeveli hat
I'm something like a cat
I do it for the scratch
Ain't no games like
The Price Is Right
Bob Barker won't be seen tonight
Unless he does like the rest of em
By appointment you can undress the bum
You gotta 24 Karat chain around your waist
Don't get out of pocket
Cause it's not your place
You make a dope fiend go from rock to base
And when you come back home
This is what you'll taste

Man that Hennessey and pineapple juice
Made that little bad bitch get loose
And oh yeah
It's a Fillmore drink
Bitch whatcha think?
I'm about sheer Khan and big bank
[x2]

Bitch by the way
You like to walk like a runway
And I bring out the Benz
All day on Sunday
Man it's something like gun play
Glock Tawk
And you try to walk your ass up a one way
And my mouthpiece tell you all about me
I like it when a broke bitch try to doubt me
My manicured nails
They like to touch mail
My clientele like to rent out hotels
No decoys here
Just playboys
And we ride around in cars that we call toys
Supa bad dime
Get a lemon lime
Get my drink and don't stand in line

Man that Hennessey and pineapple juice
Made that little bad bitch get loose
And oh yeah
It's a Fillmore drink
Bitch whatcha think?
I'm about sheer Khan and big bank

 

[fox69]

"Popeye's Certified"

"Popeye's Certified"


I'm Pina Colada dropped Impala
Rubber band the big dollas
Runnin things they will remain
Rollin up the weed mayne
Jumpin outta a Lexus coupe
M R G a kinda suit
Excellently tailored up
And don't forget the flavor,
What?
I'm super salty
Pretty Tony at the barber shop
Braggin how I blow and cop
Listenin to Royal Rock
Paper chasin
Paper runnin
Paper gunnin
Paper getting
Paper havin
Paper catchin
Don't forget that paper grab it
I got it goin on
Tell them suckas go on home
Back up in the Lexus Coupe
Color man is two tone
Bangin out the Nakamichi
Get the yayo it's on to chi-chi
Now we gotta deal with Frank a pig that don't fly straight
I'm hot boilin water
Cookin crack up at the Carter
Man you think your freak is bad
Man my freak is way harder
I'm Popeye's certified a two piece and some small fries
Man my hair is super laced I don't know about them bald guys
They call me Ayatollah all up in your Motorola
Whether it's a ring tone or a picture in your phone-a
A lime in your Corona
A glock on your corna
I fire up in every club because I know the owner
Dive just like a Navy Seal
My homie got a burgundy Coup De Ville
Girls be love takin Skittles
But we know that's poppin pills
I like to put it down like A.I. at Georgetown
Man boxin bettin on every round
Man at the fight we be talkin loud
I've been at this since Jaws was a goldfish
I'm a a go like everywhere
Except maybe the electric chair
Man you can smell my hair
I'm fresh up out the shop
I'm back up in the Lex Coupe bumpin Royal Rock
I'm like a new glock
Man or a hoop shot
So you can tell from the beginning that I'm trynna get you popped
I like fo tres I do it four ways
You might see me straight cursin out a meter maid
Lookin like the Lion King
Specially when I'm buying things
Eatin on some onion rings
Talkin shit in Burger King
I like to side talk all up on the sidewalk
All up in the shoe store and everything is getting bought
I'm rolling greenery, overlookin scenery
She ask me what I'm thinking about
And, yo, I said "My jewelry"
She said "that's cool to me"
I read her like a eulogy
She said my party's hella crackin
I said "that's how it's supposed to be"

I'm a jaguar in a foreign car
Knockin on the Pearly gates
Hittin on the marijuana
Money all Americana
I do it Das Boot watching tapes of Ronnie Moot
Back up in the Lexus Coupe
Floatin like a parachute
It's my philosophy man of the entity
It's like I'm Kenny Parker runnin round with B.D.P.
Yo homie it's after eight
We goin down to the Lions Gate
That's the restaurant with the free Henn when you buy a steak
I'm like an earthquake
Shakin up the foundation
Figured out the combination
To your iphone application
I got the recipe the menu is the rest of me
My cars they match my Jordans and some say that that was fresh of me
I'm like The Loch Ness sittin up in a dropped 'Vette
Hangin like a chain that you might see up on 'Pacs neck
I'm like the last poem
Tell them suckas go on home
How much yo is that cologne
I got it goin on
I'm like a new glock holdin down an old block
And even though it's crack rock they protect it like it's Fort Knox
We eatin pork chops with a real Muslim aura
We hit Hawaii like it's Pearl Harbor
Tora! Tora!
I might say ni Amura
Or homie what's the score-a
And you can ask for what you want but I got nothing for ya

 

[fox69]

"Raven"

"Raven"


You know god, the devil is acting a mother fucking fool
Well yes, watch out for those buster
Busters and you never can trust them
Sooner or later gotta me a hafta dump them in the ocean
And them them girls around them we gonna get rid of them, second
Watch that four blown, gage on time (tragic, tragic, tragic, tragic)
And you know that cinnnomon bread that you didn't want to give me?
So when me get down, me bring my rotwilder round
And make them shake that thang
The raven in my eyes got me going against the grain
If you purple like the rain
Feel me nigga now check the grip, Get rich quick or die
Some can't get rich so god damn quick, so they suffer and get high
God fearin niggas, who sin and make they ends
Corner store ballas who can't think without they gin
Mandadory consequence if you spit this busnuiss splittin rocks
Bullets connect with red dots, shit this ghetto red hot
A vision like twelve monkeys, split the blunt and fill her up
We ready to cuss and dump on niggas who wanna buss
Spittin 45 and newer nines mindstate on barrcudda
Nigga watch the heat cause the heat will seek and the heat will go right through ya
My mouth a make an attitude and hall game
Street chemist ghetto star dealin with the pain
They say "Andre Nickatina keep it comin"
The game done got so thick that I can't even have a woman
Let me look into your eyes, witness all the lies,
Somewhere down the line you made a grown man cry, why?
Raven in my eyes put a man to test
Man not bullet proof, man be made of flesh
You know me keep on singing
The raven in my eyes put a man to test
And I say
Man not bullet proof, man be made of flesh
You know me keep on sayin
A raven in my life put a man to test
And you know me sayin
Man not bullet proof, man be made of flesh
B. Adams do ya still love me?
Cause your first born is struggeling (tragic tragic tragic)
And it's hard to stay drug free, mama do you love me?
[x2]

 

[fox69]

"Rise And Fall Of A Rap Cat"

"Rise And Fall Of A Rap Cat"


[1:06 of instrumental to open]
[Andre Nickatina]
Believe me my in raise
No change
How can I have so much lust for the game
I'm so ashamed
No skate
It's too late
I've been a play
How can I have so much lust for the game
I'm so ashamed
No squan
My god
The god of Kahn
How can I have so much lust for the game
I'm so ashamed
All rain
Stuck in the game
With all pain
How can I have so much lust for the game
I'm so ashamed
Believe me my in raise

 

[fox69]

"Rose"

"Rose"


You used to like my style, I used to like your smile
I said I'll stay a sec, you said stay a while
You started sippin whine, said I was on your mind
I said I'm thinking of you too girl your hella fine
We hit the night time, for a late date
And everyday after that, for 8 months straight
We would roll tight, we had small fights
You shoulda seen how we are you done the street lights
I couldn't see your tears, from the pouring rain
You shoulda seen my body shake, when she said my name
She said I'm not the same, Andre ya changed
I said baby its pain from the rap game
We went our separate ways, man I was hurt for days
Man I didn't even call, I went through withdrawal
Flashbacks of her face hit me sometime
And I be wonderin man does she think of mine
I think of Rose
[Chorus]
Love is down through the hardest times
Sometimes I put Al Green on and think of Rose
Being with you is just a state of mind
Girl, thinking about you all the time
I saw her at a club, she was with a thug
She thought I would say hi, but I didn't show no love
The homey blazin bud, and now its getting live
But I knew that she knew, that I'd protect my pride
I see her watchful eye, from across the joint
And then she knew how I feel, if I heard her voice
And some ladies talked, and other ladies walked
But when it came to you girl, man there was a spark
Your whole anatomy man was like poetry
The very smell of your hair was like luxary
It was because of me, when the days was bright
I would come through with my silent nights
Man I think of Rose
[Chorus x2]

 

[fox69]

"Rumppa Bum Bum"

"Rumppa Bum Bum"


Man is freaks in here like rumppa bum bum
I'm 'bout to buy me a drank like rumppa bum bum
See which one I'm gon' take like rumppa bum bum
Rapper of just like a snake like rumppa bum bum
Rumppa bum bum, rumppa bum bum