Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song I'm A Pisces , by - Andre Nickatina. Release date: 10.08.2009
Song language: English
I'm A Pisces |
| Gettin' in where I fit in, right? |
| What that deuce deuce poppin' like? |
| Baby, I like the way you work that tongue |
| You had a don’t care nigga for 3 weeks sprung |
| It’s the game, the muthafucka calls my name |
| Product made of yola cuz the rules don’t change |
| The prettiest thing is new white wall tires |
| I shoulda been a lawyer, cuz I’m such a good liar |
| Kill dosia style, brain child in a beanie |
| God fear a nigga under pressure and greedy |
| Microphone cops steady fuckin' off my dealings |
| Even when I’m workin' muthafuckas think I’m chillin' |
| Recruitin' like the army, or even the marines |
| Some get rejected like black jelly beans |
| I’m on the scene in my jeans, smokin' weed from a sac |
| Muthafucka, where you at? |
| I got cocaine raps |
| Ya hardcore CB4 uproar made a nice comeback, but didn’t touch my score |
| A Farrakhan listener, white world prisoner |
| My frisk down is just like the state pen for visitors |
| Ghetto red hots, guns, crack and macks, fly clubs, no love and cocaine raps |
| Spendin' ways incredible, money untraceable |
| Niggas start to jack when the money ain’t available |
| Baby you talk too much, pass the blunt |
| I’m tryin' to give your fine ass the raw and uncut |
| I got no time to be a crybaby fool |
| Forgive me, but they got me packin' pocket tools |
| Fresh out say fuck 'em, yeah, I made a gang of raps |
| Smokin' weed in a rental with the gangsta tracks |
| Straight chewy, and a nigga got a gang of pride |
| Check the battle or the struggle through my Chinese eyes |
| Had to tighten up the fade, got my murder 1 shades |
| Still tryin' to fuck them freaks from my highschool days |
| B. Adams, do you still love me? |
| Cuz ya first born is strugglin' and it’s hard to stay drug free |
| Cock back loaded and about to explode |
| Like the 12 story 'jects, bitch I’m outta control |
| Alpine reliant, police defiant, Kentucky Fried and Popeye’s #1 client |
| Represent the look like the great Sam Cook |
| Put a star by every freak in my true black book |
| Clutch tight fist pumped way in the air, pagan |
| You dealin' with a microphone bear |
| Tear, pear, where?, stare, check it, I don’t care |
| I just can’t quit, shit, the rap game fanatic |
| Tryna stay calm with a mad weed habit |
| Cussin' and fussin' at 100 degrees |
| I think like a blind thief with the vision of g’s |
| Chewy used to do me, listen to Ice-T |
| Ya lookin' at a nigga who wish he was drug free |
| But nigga that’s a dream in another life |
| So until then my last word is re-light |