| This is one of those, A1-Yola raps
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| Stick in ya mind, stick in ya mind, stick in ya mind
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| When you up all night
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| You see things you shouldn’t have saw
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| Because the night gets raw
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| Drama is thicker than Skippy’s peanut butter
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| Imagine the worried thoughts of a young man’s mother
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| Feelin’s empty, Love don’t live here anymore
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| Awake like an owl at a quarter to four
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| Don’t blink, a Caddy just ran a red light
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| Bumpin' thug life, man I blend with the night
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| They call me greedy
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| (???) to get a girl a beaty
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| It’s Andre Nickatina
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| I’m like a genie in a beanie
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| El Dorado 88 Cadillac, all black
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| Copy cats try to match
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| But they style ain’t exactly the same
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| Somebody said, «Freeze, it’s a raid!»
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| You know cops are comin' when a brotha smells
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| Glazed doughnuts, hold up
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| Patna fill it to the rim
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| Me and money go together like a feather in a brim
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| I’m a magician
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| Some say my (???) ain’t the same but I ain’t trippin'
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| A girl be yellin (???) but I don’t listen
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| Crooked crow
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| Playas seem to like my style
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| Why’s that killa whale…
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| I stay awake like an owl, Hoo!
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| I stay awake like an owl, Hoo, Hoo!
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| I stay awake like an owl, Hoo!
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| I stay awake like an owl, Hoo, Hoo!
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| (What are you baby?)
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| I’m a Raider, camouflaged in silver and the black
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| Tryin' to blitz through the line for the quarter back sack
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| Of the money
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| I dress like it’s cold, not sunny
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| But slyer than a (?) fox tryin' to catch a bunny
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| In the snow
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| I’m try’na get paid like a ho
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| Or better yet the pimp that’s rakin' in her dough
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| Like a baker
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| But check it, who’s the king of the caine?
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| And what’s that tiga’s name with the Macintosh computer brain mind
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| Or should I say mine?
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| Sometimes I gotta lie to protect my crime
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| I’ll call my lawyer!
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| Bail bonds keep me on the streets
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| Three in the mornin' I’m at the club with the freaks
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| But I got hawk eye
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| Meanin' that the joint is bein' watched
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| Drinkin' with the killas that be pushin' up the cost
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| For the drought season
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| …(?) season
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| …(?) up they best
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| But those be the ones that don’t have to rest
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| Like an owl…
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| I set a trap, I have to spin a web like a spider
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| Don’t strike matches, hate child-proof lighters
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| Stay awake
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| Witness how I pick up the pace
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| First I see a girl’s butt, then I look at her face
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| I can’t explain
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| I’m eatin' garlic bread with the steak
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| … (???) … for the narcs
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| Brothas droppin' cream by the fiends when they part
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| I’m like a sentinel, known to be the principal original
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| Lookin' for the road that made it (???) they call it federal
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| I’m a general, but yet at times I blaze with my lieutenant
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| Popeye, (???), who got the spinach?
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| Cough, choke, feelin' no remorse for the roach
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| Choppin' up freaks as ya lounge with your folks
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| Playin' dice, you take a chance at the crap game
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| It’s all about the money baby, it’s the rap game
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| And I’m an owl…
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| Uh… And I’m out
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| Uh, Shit
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| It’s a planned emergency, (it's a planned emergency)
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| It’s a planned emergency, (it's a planned emergency)
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| What, STOP!
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| Shit, fade me, fade me, fade me, fade me, fade me…
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| «What time is it!» |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Awake Like an Owl , by - Andre Nickatina. Song from the album Cocaine Inc. (Cocaine Raps 1, 2, & 3), in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп