ANDRE NICKATINA & EQUIPTO - 4am-Bay Bridge Music lyrics

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[Andre Nickatina]

I'm like a lighting bolt that canipolt from cloud to cloud

When you hit the library my styles in the rap files

I like to shake dice, somethin like a cee-lo champ

I used to smoke weed, man all up in the nike camp

I crack crab-Hans Solo wit alley ohdles

Then watch the waitress get nervous to try & ask me for a photo

I'm something very bolo

I stand there like a cholo

I'm knockin like it's polo

And thats a little cocoa

[Equipto]

I'm out to stack funds and watch the scratch comin'-

easy, relapse, leave ya back sprung

brain testaments like I'm the last one

homies love me, fuckin around and catch somethin

I'm off dat real kush, thats grown in cali

we push, like a true boss roll in caddies

Chips like granny, goose to get flabby

eatin' good, it's all in a plan to stay happy

[Andre Nickatina]

I get lost in the weed like a ghost without a blessed vision

but still I find my way to do a little caddy dippin

I'm fine-tuned and groomed juss like a maniquien

embody all of it, and treated like a maniquen

I get a pad and pen, but it don't matta den

freak I'm a real rap cat, hoe I'm not a trend

I keep the temperature cold up in the hot rental

I thought superman was steel until he got crippled

I'm not ya Doc Giggles, or ya Willie Wiggles

I crossova,dribble,penetratin to the middle

I spin a betta whip, milky like a silky spread

Man do it like a baker get another break of bread

[Equipto]

My rhymes will penetrate and seep thru ya metal

Takeova, ima strait e.q. the levels

bass and all the treble, ya get all hyphy

but it look like somebody stepped on ya nikes

rollin wit the pisces homie king nicky

da freaks brought the purple and we brought the phillies

yet, dis ain't play pimpin' money i'ma stay gettin'

and network through chirps to get bay-bridgin

shit, I really live it, leavin' ya frank fridgit

don't worry bout ya digits, or any the punk critics

it's all blowa, thinkin like 'so what'

right now bought them automatics like a robot

blow top, la coste the perfect cuff

fall out, about the mall juss purchased stuff

we work the cuts tough every track and whatnot

catch 'em being lazy sittin' at bus stops

Stop in the name of the game

It'll come back around if you go agains the grain

so don't complain

Kill talk bout half the ration

I'm full time wit mine and traffic mashin

[Andre Nickatina]

P-P-P-Potty, C-C-C-Con

Man walkin thru the Crown Plaza wit my Bally's on

I like the conversation baby you can carry on

I like dat car right there, yea the cherry one

Man ask Luke Skywalker if the force failed

I got a little woozy when I heard the court bail

Do it on a latter-way, like a CD a portiae

When its all over kid put me in the pyramid

Juss like the pharoe's did

Or little Darrel did

You know the streetz is like life between the barrel kid

You know I rush like a bull at a bull fighter

You wanna hang mane you gotta pulla all nighter

I like Vo-Tires

And Wit the right Wires

I smoke too much weed is what the god tellin' me

I'm like a felony mixed witta jukebox

Den break down the weed, homie let the flute knock

They bump 2Pac, they hold 2 Glocks

And like I said first, man they bump 2Pac

Da juice neva stops, it's like a soda pop

Da best drama always comes from the coke block