
Date of issue: 11.12.2006
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Fillmoe Coleman
Song language: English
Ate Miles From The City Of Dope |
its been a cold winter |
that means heat for a real Sinner |
who wanna live like a bread winna |
i fly low like a blind bird |
they say on the way to heaven man you chauffered |
i think i wear white cash mear coat if its 20 below |
i only live 8 miles from the city of dope |
i sport that Perry Ellis |
girl you should hang when the god wear it |
you get the smell like you in Paris |
i see numbas like im playin bingo |
i like to mingle wit a sexy single |
i turn your mind into a straight casino |
im not a witness like jahova |
get the cush or get the doja cut the optimo |
ganja roll it over |
-Equipto |
we cop and blow |
its to and fro we cop |
stacks of cash |
im sittin there with deep thoughts |
trippin off all the time wasted on weak spots |
nickel and diming while rhymin on the beat box |
everything happend for a reason |
shrook while its hot like a cook i reheat it |
all day bay bridge and get it how i live it |
its one more day closer to this next digit |
cant stop now im a mash for the rash |
with this open casket |
or your burn my ashes |
knowing long lasting |
this life is real |
and now im living fast wit no time to kill |
-Andre Nickatina |
i give a toast to the rhyme wave |
its the religion to the crime way |
you get your hustle on in 5 days |
its like wonderbread so fresh |
it got freaks looking for a style on map quest |
i spin a charlots webb a silk screen and interior designs |
i like to watch a nickel turn into a dime and prime time |
rap cats see the 7th sign |
spit the game to your heart soul in your mind |
it was Crackin Like Pastachio’s |
like robert reveren this a natural |
in the fast lane its faster hoe |
i pop Buck like a pop quiz |
the ghetto steal for the rocks kid |
you’ll get knocked out your socks kid |
about 4 to 5 blocks kid |
the homies poppin on your knock kid |
i stand still like a statue |
but at the same time run with a pack too |
i whoop a lasso run threw the castle |
money on the dash yo |
and NYC jumpin in the cab yo |
i fly low like a blind bird |
they say in heaven man you chauffer |
if you prefer |
-Equipto |
its like im beneath the underdog |
really live long wit paintin such a beautiful song |
the coke game and everythings a dolla sign |
and we focus straight ahead thats the bottom line |
this is my statement reverse the hatred |
if bay love the area i was raised in |
givin the song lace with |
instincts impulse react and in sync |
give me hell indo |
make it go pop everything el second |
stretch out the clock ima live out every second |
see my moma cry everytime that she stressin |
mess wit my mind cant understand the message |
time is of the essence betting i cant fall forward |
aint to long till i can really say im all yours |
im gon change play it off with the giggle |
man until then i still split it down the middle |
this is how we livin |
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