Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song 2 B U, artist - Andre Nickatina. Album song Horns and Halos, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 14.05.2005
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Fillmoe Coleman
Song language: English
2 B U |
Most times I drive with a samurai eye |
cuz my lady says my style was set the fly |
and held tight like a pistol grip |
with a new meanin to the word pistol whip |
she says she loves how I look in the rain |
but since i never cry, yo, it shows my pain |
so I threw on the hat and killed all that |
man imma rap cat I dont feel all that |
Man God Khan |
Primetime on the candy grime |
baby lookin at me tryin ta read my mind |
she can see that my mouth be spittin lines |
but she ain never been in love with a peices sign |
shit man now im like a parlays bet |
im in the cd player of your coke connect |
fucker flame on fucker flame off |
you can see my aditude if the game lost |
Adjust the base on the Nakamichi |
roll the blunts optimos is peachey |
I dress smooth like Cappadonna |
hang with sharks and mean piranhas |
keep my style all in your mental |
drive and shake my shirley temple |
I just might fly on continental |
and beat this dime piece in the rental |
she love I |
Cats come in there armani suits |
lookin way too cute |
tell the freak ta speread the loot |
man imma tell you one thig two times |
the homie down the street yo hes got 3 nines |
see where im from yo that aint to crime |
see certain numbers hafta keep your ass in line |
even if it shines and gets dark |
throw a new engine in a old skylark |
the silver Fox with the Goldylocks |
here to shake the block |
like you bake the rocks |
and to make the cream |
but dont taste the cream |
cuz when you make the cream its the shceme |
na' mean? |
man its something like a vegas roll |
you get to chopin up and i can get with major hoes |
you get to runnin like a tiger when the dangers go |
youre lucky if you even get the change of clothes |
Word |
swicth up to a diamond light |
its like cuttin butter baby with a sharper knife |
blunted up one day off glue |
shes lookin at me takin off my shoe |
she asked me somethin that I neva eva knew |
she said «Nicky, I wonder what it’s like to be you.» |
I keep it goin on, flowin on |
baby till the break of dawn |
Andre Nicky baby dont make me none |
im tryin ta get everything under the sun |
I like when you put my hair up in a bun |
then I go like an arsonist |
I put the dope together baby like pharmacist |
and whats wrong with this |
and whos bomb is this |
man the blunt is rolled tighter than a boxer’s fist |
God |
I come down like candle wax |
I catch you off guard see if you can handle that |
Man im the motorolla coka-cola |
do it like the Ayatollah |
service so slow because it sticks like jail |
why is the judge raisin up this bail? |
thats your sister baby I couldnt tell |
I roll around like DJ Run |
my thug homies want me to see they guns |
i get between you like a boxin ref |
man whats up with that freak, |
have you knocked her yet? |
I treat popeyes like gourmet |
Zap cold bumps rocks and chantea |
Keep my nails cut with precision |
add and multiply division |
money makins how im livin |
smokin weed up in the kitchen |
you feel 'aight |
im at the bird like a steam ray southern like a ghost |
turn around and dissappear or somthin like a ghost |
lookin like a cat that just got chose |
smellin like a rolls closin all four doors |