Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Cobra Status, artist - Andre Nickatina. Date of issue: 10.08.2009
Song language: English
Cobra Status |
| My drug/rap competitiors, they come in flocks |
| I can’t sleep cuz when I do I think the game gon’stop |
| So I’m awake like an owl at a quarter to three |
| I hit your window with a nickel, Whats up baby it’s me Where I’m from we hate cops like we were bred to do it |
| Believe in Nike signs and gettin’high, so bitch just do it Right or wrong over right, we’ll disobey |
| Smokin weed, plottin greed listenin’to Sade |
| Man I hustle all day, eatin’cat fish and stapper |
| Battle everyday …(?) |
| Tryin’ta have paper from the bottom to the tip |
| Two words I can’t resist, motherfucker or bitch |
| I lost a few nickels but I never drop dimes |
| Huh, Pisces is the rap sign |
| Cobra Status! |
| Swimmin’like the man from Atlantis |
| A …(?) like Houdini, but like Houdini I will vanish |
| Baby was nineteen with a big ol’ass |
| Shit, damn near gave a nigga whiplash |
| Don’t ask me for money because I’m not gonna share it Smokin weed from Bob Marley because he …(?) |
| You best hope this wax don’t cut you |
| Hope one time don’t bust you |
| This style will finger fuck you |
| And patna I just cant trust you |
| Cobra Status! |
| Recognize game when it’s on your mind |
| You and that bitch playin’Andre rhymes |
| (?) situations like an SP-12 |
| Go to hell, I made bail, Nigga fresh outta jail |
| With the look of the replican, shit gets deep |
| Already blunted up, and man I’m bumpin’the beat |
| Real pimp shit all in your bra |
| But it was me …(?) my little cousin Bobby Shaw |
| Cobra Status! |
| Nigga I’m the lost pimp of Gladis |
| Colder than a 40 heart (?) that’s shaked like a habit |
| Nigga I’m a hawk, you a forest bunny rabbit |
| My crew stay true but we can also get savage |
| Cobra Status! |
| Bitch don’t call me unless the party is packed |
| And gangsta shit is bumpin’on every track |
| Nigga them dice ain’t got no love |
| Shakin’like a nigga scared behind his gun |
| Cuz see, I tick like time and man I time like tick |
| Man niggas don’t forgive and we sure don’t forget |
| It’s the receiva, the 6 feet and ova …(?) ice creama |
| Rollin’cheeba in a beama |
| With a poetic passion |
| In a functional fashion |
| A full tank of gas |
| And man I’m mashin' |
| Speed like a Z-28 tinted crow |
| Look if you want |
| Your reflection will show |
| Cobra Status! |