Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Tell Dat Ta Dummies, artist - Andre Nickatina. Date of issue: 02.07.2007
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Tell Dat Ta Dummies |
| I? |
| m the new Jack Nino |
| On my own like C-Lo |
| Got carried away |
| Married to this game when I eloped |
| Gone, imma take it further I? |
| ll learn her |
| Soon as I turn her out |
| And there? |
| ll be no doubt that she? |
| ll be flippin like a burger |
| Now I? |
| m just a two-steppin, Hugh Heffin? |
| Gotta watch for these groupies pull flukies |
| just to get you naked |
| But imma a spit it, rap it |
| Til a young cat livin lavish |
| Your homeboy itch the scratch-it |
| I tell him get established, lean back |
| Trip off how they react |
| Nicky for strictly |
| Just for the sticky like the tree sap |
| Trixie got them |
| I let the beat blast time is money |
| Til then just miss me spit them lies Ta Dummies |
| Im genuine medicine, practice on my ettiquite |
| Represent the president Edison, feel to the elements (huh) |
| Your feelin trapped like a rat in a race |
| But slappin 5 cause a true rap cat in the place |
| Blow the purple, If not baby walk like Hershel |
| She can walk, run, long-jump, hurdle |
| Just leave the circle |
| Back on the blade after macin on stage |
| Don? |
| t hate cause I? |
| m this |
| Tradin places wit me |
| Your livin days like a week |
| Every single toes on your feet |
| Gon? |
| busy workin the streets |
| The co-co concrete |
| I got a plan it? |
| s get in and get out |
| And all my homies know what im talking about |
| Th-Th-Th-Thizz out |
| (Nickatina) |
| Man im classified a spitta in the game |
| I get the issue and the tissue |
| And don? |
| t cry about the fame |
| I spit a dart right through your heart |
| And see my life will come apart |
| I like to party in the dark |
| So baby how you gonna start? |
| The music? |
| s loud, I kick it live |
| and this is federal |
| So prime time |
| half the time you open wide |
| and my reflection? |
| s in your eyes |
| it? |
| s like the liquor on the counter |
| makin money by the hour |
| getting cleaner than a shower |
| standin out just like a flower |
| get the flavor for the fantasy |
| you know it? |
| s me I? |
| m greedy |
| no more hidin in the clubs |
| because the bitches say they see me |
| I be chewin on the doublemint sometimes its spearmint |
| I say I got a bottom but the hoes aint hearin it |
| I talk a lot of shit man spit the mix |
| Mint flavor in this rhyme |
| ?I seen you hella times but Nicky T your hard to find? |
| Freak I? |
| m never in a hurry, rollin getting money |
| I can see it in your eyes you like to spit these lies Ta Dummies |
| Man even when I? |
| m quiet you can see your boss talker |
| My new turn out she got some ??? |
| in the walker |
| She? |
| s rare as a flyin sauca, so I? |
| ts gonna cost ya |
| And if I neva had ya then I certainly neva lost ya |
| Your killin me, freak who you wanna be? |
| Holla at the G-O-D, hey Nicky T |
| Carnology |