ANDRE NICKATINA - COBRA STATUS lyrics

rate me

My drug/rap competitiors, they come in flocks

I can't sleep cuz when I do I think the game gon' stop

So I'm awake like an owl at a quarter to three

I hit your window with a nickel, Whats up baby it's me

Where I'm from we hate cops like we were bred to do it

Believe in Nike signs and gettin' high, so bitch just do it

Right or wrong over right, we'll disobey

Smokin weed, plottin greed listenin' to Sade

Man I hustle all day, eatin' cat fish and stapper

Battle everyday, from gat clappers to rappers

Tryin' ta have paper from the bottom to the tip

Two words I can't resist, motherfucker or bitch

I lost a few nickels but I never drop dimes

Huh, Pisces is the rap sign

Cobra Status!

Swimmin' like the man from Atlantis

A ...(?) like Houdini, but like Houdini I will vanish

Baby was nineteen with a big ol' ass

Shit, damn near gave a nigga whiplash

Don't ask me for money because I'm not gonna share it

Smokin weed from Bob Marley because he shot down the sheriff

You best hope this wax don't cut you

Hope one time don't bust you

This style will finger fuck you

And patna I just cant trust you

Cobra Status!

Recognize game when it's on your mind

You and that bitch playin' Andre rhymes

(?) situations like an SP-12

Go to hell, I made bail, Nigga fresh outta jail

With the look of the replican, shit gets deep

Already blunted up, and man I'm bumpin' the beat

Real pimp shit all in your bra

But it was me and my little cousin Bobby Shaw

Cobra Status!

Nigga I'm the lost pimp of Gladis

Colder than a 40 heart(?) that's shaked like a habit

Nigga I'm a hawk, you a forest bunny rabbit

My crew stay true but we can also get savage

Cobra Status!

Bitch don't call me unless the party is packed

And gangsta shit is bumpin' on every track

Nigga them dice ain't got no love

Shakin' like a nigga scared behind his gun

Cuz see, I tick like time and man I time like tick

Man niggas don't forgive and we sure don't forget

It's the receiva, the 6 feet and ova acheiva, ice creama

Rollin' cheeba in a beama

With a poetic passion

In a functional fashion

A full tank of gas

And man I'm mashin'

Speed like a Z-28 tinted crow

Look if you want

Your reflection will show

Cobra Status!