Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song A Peez Paradise, artist - Andre Nickatina. Album song Bullet Symphony Horns And Halos #3, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 11.12.2006
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Fillmoe Coleman
Song language: English
A Peez Paradise |
«god bless every livin mac thats out there» |
«a mouthpiece is way more powerful than a gun, know what im sayin?» |
«i wus born this way thats why i perform this way» |
«the rap game is 24hrs but you dont shut down like vegas and new york city» |
«you never been to the filmore» |
«my mouthpiece man and my brain man B and Shaw thats wut sets me and park» |
«a pimp is really only lookin for hoes» |
«i like wut pimpin and hoein is doing to these motherfuckas today» |
«a pimp is a predator» |
«women are there toys» |
«he has a gift to talk» |
«i never met a pimp who said he wasnt numba 1» |
«i dont like pimps» |
«and i feel if you do holla a bitch like that or or wut is it |
you feel me and that bitch respond cookies» |
«'cause a pimp gon pimp period even wit his eyes closed |
and his mouth shut and his ears cut off» |
-Equipto |
ya man i see you laughin and everything |
you better catch your breath or something |
you know what im sayin or hold it |
one or the other know wut i mean |
im bout turning heads turnin tricks and turnin it in |
know what im saying garantee know what i mean young |
tree with the big leagues |
but do you beleive of something real |
are you afraid of heights bitch 'cause im going to the top you know |
-Andre Nickatina |
but moma my broken dreams came from fabulous schemes |
i get it poppin like a pistol girl to get you on the team |
heres a telogram i like my boots to be the tims |
and i can see you from behind through my rims |
but sham wizard just take a look of what i done |
i used to rap in your basement now they say im the one |
i like to have a knock i handle business like its rocks |
and let my blind blow when the drop check the hard top |
its kill pretty through the city of the mo |
man tho im a pisces its the tales of a scorpio |
i wear Polo or maybe Isod |
you pick the paradise its really by the bank wad |
-Equipto |
shit wit fifty toes upon the concrete |
dont be ashame its pimp talk and pop don pete |
roll our playas in the latas and draped in guchi |
situation all my bras like a hoo team |
hotel the condo limousine drop offs |
who on da blade cash gates dodge cop cars |
all damn day my mind stay awake |
and western union from my game outa states |
im keepin em happy |
a peez paradise when they laughin |
when everything done just for dady |
we can live lavy |
everything in time |
so baby relize life just passed your bye (bye) |
-Andre Nickatina |
shit its paper mackin steel end up in a station waggon |
if John Lennon was here he be like «girl imagine» |
your so bad cats like wanna take your photo graph |
and wanna brag and holla rap |
and make you streak like a fofo mag |
i got it going on with the visions of that butter toffee |
mixed with that carmel coffee |
sittin pretty lookin bossy |
how we gon handle this and do it on a paper status |
well best beleive on 20 g’s girl your a paper magnet |
and other players wanna knock you like a Nakamichi |
their playin soccer kickin game hoe and trying to beat me |
but thats unholy you need to be my goalie |
and do it extra manage like your forty |
its federal |
-Equipto |
i tell em its no limits see baby just roll wit it |
knowin its so vivid it easily fold digits |
today when you livin it way in to deep |
you invision the game in your sleep |
peace |
-Andre Nickatina |
baby wake up |
and give your all like rocky |
your freinds trying to tell you no say bitch stop me |
you start getting cocky just a lil stalky |
never in the public eye baby looking sloppy |
-Equipto |
bitch talkin bout im throwin her off track or something man |
im gonna put you on here if any thing |
aint no 1 track my here i got multiple places to say |
you know what i mean |
-Andre Nickatina |
alright a brand new bottle of that sweet amaretto |
now pour a bottle of that sweet amaretto |
man take a sip of that sweet amaretto |
bikini fallin from the sky freak ima getcha |
my gators is major they come in jelly bean flavors |
the banana flavors i be mixing wit vanilla waffers |
i like to go to boxing matches wit the baddest batches |
the way i steal the chedder from them give me hot flashes |
i like to take my brim and shine my rims like billy sims |
i like to chop game wit rap cats and other pimps |
its so explosive man them heffers be like holly moses |
they were expensive clotheses |
they smell like red roses |
its how the gods chosen and everything i never broke it |
i need your heels and dolla bills to be your main focus |
and ima check up on you baby girl like sound scan |
or lease like indo, digi, money, yo and dunaman |
im not a stunna man mar driven or butter man |
put it together super witch im a numbers man |
the carmel with the cream the alamo supereme |
grab your tickets 'cause your rolling wit a winning team |
-Equipto |
shuttin game on planes we catch flights |
and land to get the business to crackin on that night |
all my bitches in line like a ritual of mine |
in her mind she gon find that miracle of mine |
and she shine along wit me |
C nose crispy |
a trip 'cause it gets so risky |
a pimp freind shifty |
square be snitchin |
whisperin hoes and thinkin the p aint listenin |
chopin over topics |
all up in the tropics |
floss just wit it gotta watch who your talkin |
often mislead and wanna live a life |
and wont sacrifice for a peez paradise |
right |
3 minute hoes who wont come out right |