| im like a lighting bolt that can a pope from cloud to cloud
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| man hit the library my style is in the rap files
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| i like to shake dice somthing like a stilo champ
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| i used to smoke weed man all up at the nike camp
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| i crack crab hands solo wit ali otos
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| and watch the waitress get nervous
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| they trying to ask me for a photo
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| im something very bolo
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| im standing like a cholo
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| im not gon like it polo
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| and thats a lil coco
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| -Equipto
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| im out to stack funds and watch the scratch come
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| and easy relax leave your bat strungin
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| brain test and mence like im the last one
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| homies love me fuckin around and catch something
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| im off that real cush its grown in cali
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| we push like a true boss rollin in cadi’s
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| chips like grammy, goose it gets flabby
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| eatin good and tellin the plan stay happy
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| -Andre Nickatina
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| i get lost in the weed like a ghost with out a blessed vission
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| but still i find my way to do a lil caddy dippin
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| im fined tuned and groomed just like a manaquin
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| and body yall are fittin, treat it like a manaquin
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| i get a pattern pin but that dont matter then
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| freak im a real rap cat hoe im not a trend
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| i keep the temperture cold up in the hot winter
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| i fought superman but still until he got crippled
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| im not your doc giggles
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| or your willy wiggles
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| my crossover dribble penetrate me to the middle
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| i spent a better web milk you like a silk spread
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| man do it like the baker get an oven for your bread
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| -Equipto
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| my rhymes are penetratin and seen through your medow
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| take over im a straight EQ the levels
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| basing all the trebble
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| and get all hyphy
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| with a look like somebody steppin on your Nikes
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| rolling with the pisces homie king nicky
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| and freaks brought the purple and we brought the phillys
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| yet this aint play pimpin money ima stay gettin
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| and network through church and get bay bridgin
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| i really live it leavin your frame frigid
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| dont worry bout your digits or any of your punk critics
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| its all blow up thinkin like so what
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| right now bottom automatic like a bo bye
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| flow top with cost the perfect cuff
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| ball out i bought them all juss perks and stuff
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| we work the cuts tough every track and wut not
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| cats are being lazy sitting there butts off
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| stop in the name of the game
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| it will come back around if you go against the grave
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| but dont complain
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| kill talk bout half the rashin
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| im flew of time with mind and trap that match
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| -Andre Nickatina
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| shit pu-pu-pu-party
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| ka-ka-ka-kahn
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| man walkin through the crown plaza wit my ballies on
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| i like your conversation baby you can carry on
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| i like that car right there yea the cherry one
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| man ask Luke Skywalker if the force is failed
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| i got a little woozy when i heard the court bailed
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| do it on the ladder way like a cindy porilay
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| when its all over kid put me in the pyramid
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| man like the pharos did or lil darrel did
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| you know these streets just like life between the barrel kid
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| you know ill rush like a bull at a bull fighter
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| you wanna hang man you got to pull a all nighter
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| im like vouge tires
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| man with the right wires
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| i smoke much weed is wut the gods tellin me
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| im like a felony mix wit a juke box
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| then break down the weed homie let the flute knock
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| they bumb 2pac and hold 2 glocks
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| and like i said it first man they bumb 2pac
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| the juice never stops
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| its like a soda pop
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| the best drama always comes from the coke block |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song 4am - Bay Bridge Music , by - Andre Nickatina. Song from the album Gun-Mouth 4 hire Horns and Halos #2, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп