ANDRE NICKATINA - Popeye's Certified lyrics

rate me

'm Pina Colada dropped Impala

Rubber band the big dollas

Runnin things they will remain

Rollin up the weed mayne

Jumpin outta a Lexus Coupe

M R G a kinda suit

Excellently tailored up

And don't forget the flavor,

What?

I'm super salty

Pretty Tony at the barber shop

Braggin how I'm blowin cop

Listenin to Royal Rock

Paper chasin

Paper runnin

Paper gunnin

Paper getting

Paper havin

Paper catchin

Don't forget that paper grab it

I got it goin on

Tell all them suckas go on home

Back up in the Lexus Coupe

Color man is two tone

Bangin out the Nakamichi

Get the yayo it's on to chi-chi

Now we gotta deal with Frank a pig that don't fly straight

I'm hot boilin water

Cookin crack up at the Carter

Man you think your freak is bad

Man my freak is way harder

I'm Popeye's certified a two piece meal and some small fries

Man my hair is super laced I don't know about them bald guys

They call me Ayatollah all up in your Motorola

Whether it's a ring tone or a picture in your phone-a

A lime in your Corona

A glock on your corna

I fire up in every club because I know the owner

Dive just like a Navy Seal

My homie got a burgundy Coup De Ville

Girls be love takin Skittles

But we know that's poppin pills

I like to put it down like?

Man boxin bettin on every round

Man at the fight we be talkin loud

I've been at this since Jaws was a goldfish

Imma go like everywhere

Except maybe the electric chair

Man you can smell my hair

I'm fresh up out the shop

I'm back in the Lex Coupe bumpin Royal Rock

I'm like a new glock

Man or a hoop shot

So you can tell from the beginning that I'm trying to get you popped

I like fo tres I do it four ways

You might see me straight cursin out a meter maid

Lookin like the Lion King

Specially when I'm buying things

Eatin on some onion rings

Talkin shit in Burger King

I like to side talk all up on the sidewalk

All up in the shoe store and everything is getting bought

I roll in greenery overlookin scenery

She ask me what I'm thinking about

And, yo, I said "My jewelry"

She said "that's cool to me"

I read her like a eulogy

She said my party's hella crackin

I said "that's how it's supposed to be"

I'm a Jaguar in a foreign car

Knockin on the Pearly gates

Hittin on the marijuana

Money all Americana

I do it Das Boot watching tapes of Ronnie Moot?

Back up in the Lexus Coupe

Floatin like a parachute

It's my philosophy man of the entity

It's like I'm Kenny Parker runnin round with B. D. P.

Yo homie it's after eight

We goin down to the Lions Gate

That's the restaurant with the free Henn when you buy a steak

I'm like an earthquake

Shakin up the foundation

Figured out the combination

To your iphone application

I got the recipe the menu is the rest of me

My car does match my Jordan's and some say that was fresh of me

I'm like The Loch Ness sittin up in a dropped 'Vette

Hangin like a chain that you might see up on 'Pacs neck

I'm like the last poem

Tell them suckas go on home

How much yo is that cologne

I got it goin on

I'm like a new glock holdin down an old block

And even though it's crack rock they protect it like it's Fort Knox

We eattin pork chops with a real Muslim aura

We hit Hawaii like it's Pearl Harbor

Tora! Tora!

I might say neyamora

Or homie what's the score-a

And you can ask for what you want but I got nothing for ya