| Drop it Yeah! |
| (yeah)
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| Wasup?
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| This is uh… one of those cocaine style raps (you can say that again)
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| For the killas (the who?)
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| The real killas (right)
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| That uh… that popped Dan
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| This yo boy Dre Dog!
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| Check it out (drop that shit there boy)
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| (Dre Dog)
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| Step into the mind of a visionary vocalist
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| Focus this, picture this I’m 6 foot 6
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| Ready for the battle like Desert Swarm
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| Feel the welts on yo body from the extension cord
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| Got you sweatin like a dancer
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| Stress and gave you cancer
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| Nigga you the wide receiver foo I’m Deion Sanders
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| Prime Time niggas get turned like a channel
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| Coke is this, fuck a bitch from Detroit to Seattle
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| Indo got niggas thinkin fuckas wanna stop me Mothafuckas missin teeth boxin like hockey
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| Rabbit, I’m not a kid but you can get the Trix
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| You better have been sleepin cause I’m slammin Big Six
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| BAM! |
| Get the smellin salts he’s unconscious!
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| Tryin to go head up but juss cant stop this
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| Treat me like a red but nigga don’t push me Cause once my vocals hit the beat it’s good like pussy
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| Killa!
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| Nigga?
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| It’s the Killin of the Caine
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| Motha-fucka
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| (Dre Dog)
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| You live in a shell like a snail
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| Moby Dick ass niggas get harpooned like a whale
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| Not a killa (??doin niggarail??)
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| Fuckin with the pinnacle
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| Wishin for a miracle
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| Situation Critical
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| Lay it down, you betta expect the worst
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| All screamin like a pregnant woman about to get burst
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| In a taxi, now ask me, do you think I’m bluffin?
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| I bet I got you listenin to me juss like I’m E.F. Huttin
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| Or somethin, you fuckas gonna all have to learn
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| Favorite boxer Tyson, second Tommy Hearns
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| Hut hut hike!
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| I’m runnin from the whites (who's that?)
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| Cause 5−0 they only thing they see is my nights
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| But check this out imagine prison under the ground
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| Escapers at 0 and you can’t hear a sound
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| Fuck you man Scarface Al Pacino
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| I’m coo tryin to get some good pussy up in Reno
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| A key! |
| Stolen from a druglord G!
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| That means niggas gonna die for a fat fee
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| The lick went sour, a rat of the name
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| The dope got my life, the Killin of the Caine
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| (Dre Dog talking)
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| Run for cover (right)
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| Yeah (no)
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| Nigga (nigga)
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| Mothafucka (mothafucka)
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| It’s the Killin of the Caine
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| Wassup? |
| I got some catterpiller killers in the house (who you got in this
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| mothafucka now?)
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| My nigga Coughnut (thats right)
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| Mike Mike (Mike Mike)
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| My nigga P-Ride (nigga P-Ride)
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| My nigga (my nigga)
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| Lo-Lo
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| STOP!
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| Thought I forgot about you huh nigga? |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Killin Of The Caine , by - Andre Nickatina. Song from the album I Hate You With A Passion, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп