ANDRE NICKATINA

ANDRE NICKATINA - ALL STAR CHUCK TAYLORS (FEATURING DJ PAUSE) lyrics

rate me

One thing I despise is these virgin suicides

Shere Khan is something that the womb cries

The way I collect is like a bomb threat

meanin if you don't have my doe

i'm a blow fa show

You better have heat when you hang with this villian

meaning that its cold when I'm chillin

Catch a fillin

Slipped in on a banana peelin

I seen them dead on the floor with the blood skeeted to the ceiling

I was like yo how that happen?

Chuck taylors down gotta keep on rapin

The one bullet, the right place at the right time

can turn a hell of a wave into a flat line

my style don't pump no blood

it pump weed and gasoline, Nicky Nickitine

man ectasy'll twist yo spleen

tell that to the freak in them jeans, know what I mean

It's kind of ironic, make a phone call for the chronic

And let my tigers hold the gin and tonic

man I curse so much it's blasphemy

but I do what the rap gods ask of me

Have heart, have hustle

have heart if you dont have muscle buy the pump gear end the tussel

no love but Im passionate, blow weed in the face of the badest chick

Yeah spin like a cd, I try not to get sleepy

on the grind when it's creepy, street gods wanna teach me

pocahantes makin money for me bustin in the tee pee

My All Star Chuck Taylors stay laced like the mayor

street ball court player

rappid fire rhyme sayer

you be like Nicky man no fair, real proppa

I disappeare like Jimmy Hoffa

reappear on Easter

pants and a heavy starch creasa

t shirts with the vestes feature

miesha check it its the god of Khan

Chuck Taylored down like the rhymer-don

catchin feeling, slipped in on a bannana peelin

you got a scheme homie whatchya dealin

man the Bad Luetenannt

with the blunt wrapped dope in it

Its like Popeye with his spinach

run around like you playing tennis

and you still aint finished

international keep the party crackin like pistachios

the freaks got it poppin like a fashion show

make a move with me birdy baby grab the dow like a linebacker

i got a gift like a blind jacker

put a hole in ya six packer

the south paw with the lock jaw

in the kitchen with the rock raw

you remind me of cocaine and doo-doo stains

man its the shitty dope dealer

dirty worm catapilla

we collide like the sun and the moon

and I'm still trippin of that room with the blood on the ceiling

catch a fillin

my chuck taylors got me creepin

and rap dealin

come through and leave you stunned

and in shock

leave my heart on ya block like a lost glock

in the bushes or woods man u do what you could

with the little you got are you cold or hot

put it down with the plot, and got knocked

went to jail naked in ya shoes and socks

Left it up to ya woman man to move ya rocks

and the freak turned the spot into a hot box

Chuck Taylors All Stars with Heart scars

make my way to the bar and there you are

Catch a fillin

Hey sister give me some of that cheese

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