Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Pick-cha , by - Andre Nickatina. Release date: 10.08.2009
Song language: English
Pick-cha |
| Yo picture God a perfect cut diamond |
| Or bein the motha fucka man without even tryin |
| Livin like im dead to the world with tickets yo and refferals |
| My hair is in a perm so i can never have a curl |
| Man its a bluebird on my shoulder can i kill it? |
| Man wakin up the bacon toast and eggs up in the skillett |
| Man can you feel it? |
| I cut you down like a midget |
| And when you see me make you feel just like a prision visit |
| Im such a (lizard?) |
| I want the flames in the fire |
| So there it is paint a picture fuck up my desire |
| You said you want style ill give you style with drug lord flava |
| I make a pimp dance yeah by shottin at his gatas |
| Pickin up the nickles n dimes like Jackal and Hide |
| The bounty is waitin for me up at Mt. Zine |
| Its primetime whos gon shine from the raw rhyme |
| Picture a rollercoaster up in a boss mind |
| Real playboys have wings in the sky |
| Silently cryin out man please dont die |
| Man gettin to the thick of it all |
| Man picture the brods |
| Man tellin ya call |
| But hopin ya fall |
| Sayin my name like King James no pad adriatic |
| Im paranoind but really dont panic |
| The life afta they say its colder then the packers |
| All and the damn money in the world is not a factor |
| Man true indeed |
| Upin the game with a mouth ta feed |
| I make a 360 spin homie rollin the weed |
| Roll the weed |
| Roll the weed |
| Long live the king |
| We take a sertain situation to run an organizarion |
| Man bustin like a (?) patient |
| Cooperation man seven years is what hes fakin |
| Now hes even more gangsta cuz hes rollin wit da nation |
| Now (?) yourself |
| Then i will talk like greedy Gretchin |
| Man hear the confession of my priffesion |
| Is Secession of illegal weapons |
| Up in a dot daytona |
| My mexican girl she drank two coronas |
| And she know about the ayatolah |
| Im movin through the clouds |
| Youd better hold me down |
| Im smokin weed and im g’d and ready ta clown |
| I love ta see you drown |
| You know I spit it |
| To get it |
| To flip it |
| To sell it |
| To air mail it to yo town |
| Im like electical current |
| The playa reffereant |
| (??) councourent |
| Because its gonna hit the furnace |
| Man pitches the pictures of me |
| Picturin the bitches |
| And all up here sayin write the scriptures |
| It gets worse |
| Cuz mentally youre cursed |
| Youre livin in a verse |
| Sometimes it hurts but baby yeah you know it works |
| Long live the king |
| Long live the king |