four Don't blink, a Caddy just ran a red light Bumpin' thug life, man I blend with the night They call me greedy (...?) to get a girl a beaty It's Andre Nickatina
I take a flight with my niggaz I do it right with my niggaz I hit the night with my niggaz I rock the mic with my niggaz I get around with my niggaz
over seas And other people cop 'em at the hottest degrees I keep money for bail Because I never liked jail And I study A-plus student at Yale They say, "Andre Nickatina
52 carat blue diamond Rhymin', interior designin', grindin' You can shake cheddar like me on the mic Hit your point, hold your money when you're rollin
he died Fears for years, but yo- you already knew that I'ma keep selling dope, but yo, how can I do that? Itchin to be vicious ever since I was seven He said Nickatina
I like your mind, your body, your soul, your figure Catch ya, hold ya, squeeze you like a trigger Mind full of rap gun powder, it's a habit Shootin'
and then I jump in Float like a Cadillac Girl can ya handle that? Hittin' on cognac Now you don't know how to act I'm your favourite Motorola Your new Coca
On the night of the last rap that I write MC's all over will bless the mic Point two double glocks in the air Some cats gon' die in they barber's chair
[Verse 1] Man is freaks in here like rumppa bum bum I'm 'bout to buy me a drank like rumppa bum bum See which one I'm gon' take like rumppa bum bum Rapper
[Chorus: Andre Nickatina] Nickatina says cast ya votes Tell all the freaks, yeah grab ya coats Tell all the nerds, yeah take some notes And R&B niggas
Its the recess cup yea, nessly crunch yea, milky way type madness. sometimes i hate to begin this, sometime the photographers can stand this, say dead