Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song These R the Tales, artist - Andre Nickatina. Album song These R the Tales, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 06.11.2000
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Fillmoe Coleman
Song language: English
These R the Tales |
I was riding in my chariot, with this freak named Harriet |
She said my stick was ???, so she knew just where to bury it This girl named Sequoia, she was from Illinois-a |
I had to stuff her mouth with her teddy bear, cuz she made hella noise-a |
This freak named Nikita Brown, I rode her like a merry-go-round |
She got to telling all her friends, that it’s a new king in town |
I was on my way to Las Vegas when I bumped into Tessy |
She said her nickname was Marvin, cuz when she had sex it got messy |
This freak named Jenny Marquais, so you know I called her Butter |
Cuz when it came to summer sundresses, she had ass like no other |
The steak was always smothered, she was a freak under the covers |
You should have seen my expression, lil’pimpin, |
when I got hit on by her mother |
This young lady named Chanelle, she was fine as hell |
But she was 26, and her son was already twelve |
I was at this little assembly, when I chopped it up with Kimberly |
Hit it, split it, man that freak said she’d love me for infinity |
You should have seen the chemistry, I changed that freak’s identity |
Seen her at the movies with her man, and the bitch didn’t wanna remember me This girl named Chamere, she put diamonds in my ears |
But she also tried to put these niggas on me when I slapped her at the pier |
This girl named Cheryl Lynn, she had hella friends |
So when I brought my friends and all her friends, |
then that’s when the party began |
This girl named Savannah, she used to love to pout |
But I used to say «Don't even trip, just stick this in your mouth» |
This freak named Miranda, she thought I couldn’t stand her |
But yeah, I can stand ya, since I got your ass on camera |
I was riding hard, like Humphrey Bogart, with this freak named Leah |
Even though she was in the dark, no one could see her, get it? |
This freak named Raquela, she worked at Pac Bell-a |
She gave me the number to the pager, home, and cellular |
She had a lovely smell-a, ass like ??? |
I was wet like a scuba diver from the sex, homeboy let me tell ya Chrysler ???, with this chick named Darren |
I was at the mall trying to buy some clothes, and she just kept on starin |
And then came the flarin, she said she hated sharin |
I said «I'm not your man, little freak, so I’m not really carin» |
This gangsta’s name was Dallion, she wore gold medallions |
Every other month we’d take a flight, out to Staten Island |
She kept a 9 on the dresser cuz she had dreams of hell |
Even though we in the penthouse suite of a 5-star hotel |
I rock and I rock well, that’s what I told Gail |
She’s a conceited little fraternity freak, up there at Yale |
Young tender named Divine, I bump in her Alpine |
She was the type that looked so good, it was a motherfuckin crime |
Took her from behind, led her to the ride |
Baby didn’t make it home till the sun was 'bout to rise |
Kickin in with Corvette, baby had a Corvette |
She used to come and get young Nickatina from off of the set |
We strikes to the checks, she pick up her Lex |
We hit Hotel Nico, you know what came next |
I was payin my bill for cable, when I met up with Sable |
Green eyes, it was a CEO, of a record label |
But I didn’t get to hit it, because I met with Bridget |
She was Sable’s secretary, that gave me head and digits |
In the parking lot of a club one night, I ran into Kirby |
Freak worked at a beauty shop, said some gangsta’s tryin to serve me Freak you ain’t worthy, your gossip column is through |
And if some cats is after me, I’m right here mackin on you |
Had to pop the collar on my coat, rev up the vogue smoke |
Looked her in the eyes and said «Yeah bitch, you’re broke!» |
This girl named ???, Lord she was dreamy |
Met her at a pool party, should have seen her bikini |
This lady’s name was Val, her husband was my pal |
She offered me to put in why he stressed the? |
rikers out? |
Gave the freak a smile, said «It ain’t my style» |
I’ve known the homie for a while yo, and that would be foul |
Fired up the weed, me and Saint Jean |
We first had locked eyes yo, when we were thirteen |
Kissed at 15, sexed at sixteen |
That’s why she’s with me right now in the Beam, Tiga |