| My attitude stay cold like «Scarface» Al Pacino
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| What is it Queezy?, let’s roll
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| Now you wildin under the lights with Michael Knyte
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| The truth hurts in the day time and at night
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| Have heart, have hustle, my niggas and keep your game tight
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| Know what I mean?, the streets gon continue to watch
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| So I’ma stay fully loaded and copped
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| Like a detachable magazine
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| When I visit Reno I’m hittin the Silver Legacy Casino in my camoflauge jeans
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| Made by Def Jam
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| And my boots and the trees is sponsored by Timberland
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| Man everyday I’m just husltin
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| Bring a straight hungry, aggression, and passion
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| Just to keep this shit happenin
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| So watch how you roll
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| Game recognize game in a world full of haters and the po-po's
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| Man I’m tellin all my niggas man everything they glitter 36−24 ain’t gold
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| I’m spinnin and sinnin on low pro’s
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| (*Talking*)
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| Mike Myer, a knyte rydah
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| Tell her, youknowImean
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| All in they face
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| I said «Now, Wow», baby came with a thou'
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| Young and actin like a Indian, start askin how?
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| Tadow, see I got her all out of character
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| Hoppin on one leg she comin to America
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| Bark like a poodle, I’m all in the noodle
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| I doodle on the page and the game is brutal
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| I’m chillin, like a cooler manuver like a Heimlick
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| MC’s knowin I been cold since 9−6
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| My bicep flexin, while doin the high-step
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| Bounce, and I’ll be +Gone Till November+ Wyclef
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| Your highness, why they gon hate the skill
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| Took you under like the hood did ate and chill
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| Now it’s crackin, I’m choppin in the bachelors pad
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| In the bathroom you won’t find no maxipad
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| Roll up, from killin the swish and pass me that so quick
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| That’s granddaddy in the Cadillac bitch
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| Fa sho, and she thought she couldn’t get no higher
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| Until she really rolled with Michael Knyte Rydah
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| Hi, I’m the supplier the shotgun sitter
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| Don’t get upset because I’m not done with her, the Knyte Rydah
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| (*Talking*)
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| Yeah, all in they face mayne, youknowwhatImean
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| It’s my dot to e up in this coochie granny’s
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| Up in the alley’s, youknowwhatImean
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| In Cali, Frisco
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| In me eyes this freak said she saw Carnival
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| And she’ll pay a lil' fee if she can play and go
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| I like fine dimes, because I wear fine vines
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| Man walk with me baby we don’t stand in club line
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| Baby night-time, night-ride cobra-cobra
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| A white Cashmere coat on my shoulder
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| Baby you can lose jewels if you choose
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| I’m tyrin to get half of ya ass like the moon
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| I might do court moves just like the Doc
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| Or rip your whole community man like the crack rock
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| My Nakamichi bangs and my Nakamichi knocks
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| From the blood to the bones and we still rep Pac
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| Lord of mercy, I give you water if ya thirsty
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| It’s like a movie in the making when these bitches try to work me
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| My vogue tires shine like the sun
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| And they scream from the curb like a home-run
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| Drop like a hot gun, hat low ready to flaunt
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| I don’t need no menu I know what I want
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| It’s like the seventh sign, I see my life on the computer line
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| It’s like a treasure when you find mines |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Knyte Rydah , by - Andre Nickatina. Song from the album Gun-Mouth 4 hire Horns and Halos #2, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп