ANDRE NICKATINA & EQUIPTO - Box Of Lucky Charms lyrics

rate me

[Andre Nickatina]

My mornin starts off with the chicken and the waffles

Baby said she never touched the hand of a Capo

Shoot at the reflection in the mirror of life

If you hit ya target then they say you live twice

In a Box of Lucky Charms man keep a few G's

And never talk about the Trix kept up ya sleeve

Help you please, I'm all about greed

Make the crowd freeze, get the cheese, then leave

[Equipto]

Young Queez strike a pose like a statue

Brand new clothes too close, I'm at you

Bad News Bear, all you squares too late now

The Godfather said it best, pay style

Not a little bit, not even fifty cent

We don't trick one dime in the city pimp

West Coast, the blade or the esco

And a leaguer automatic at my next show

[Andre Nickatina]

Pinky ring shinin like a baseball diamond

I was right there when a gangster start cryin

Twisted and wired, Gun-Mouth 4 Hire

The game that we in it except all liars

Fears and desires, no court room choirs

Forget about I quit, no one retires

It's who can maintain, as they ride on the flames

With gasoline, cop a new Beam

Get that super bad dime on the team

But don't lose focus on the ultimate scheme, see

[Equipto]

We a fool, throw ya main bee's in the pool

No rules, I'ma have to take her back to school

Those dirty Macs, I'ma clown like Bernie Mac

Hit his ho cause she heard me rap

I got no time for your little small talk

All ya'll know 'Quipto play hard ball

Aw naw, fall off everything come in tie

'Till then just roll up and bust my rhyme

[Andre Nickatina]

Ha-hey-hey, my homies like clothes from Louie Baton

Now let the freaks in the house know the game is on

Jamal Wilkes, man I'ma pop that jay

You'll call me silk, 'til my dyin day

The Gods got angels with guns in hand

Man bullets that'll rip through and fold the vam

Man it's sharks in the water for your daughter

And angels swim farther bitch the sharks get larger

Cold money spender and not a money lender

Man let a quarter ounce break down in a blender

Man it's 'Quipto yo and A. Nickatina

It's like Joe and Darryl in shell-toed Adidas

I'm swimmin in the river of the Pheonix

Holla at me now ho forget about the remix

Because I'm reloaded and all the hoes know it

It might be candy painted but it's never candy coated

Man it's like a semi when I gotta tell you gimme

Reputation something like a hemi in a remi

See that car I'ma cop that God

Police ain't around gonna spark that God

Take this volume man cry about the pain

Or throw them dice and roll with the game

[Equipto]

Roll with the game, my homie said feel my pain

Some said that he might rise again

Put ya flame to the sky and strike ya lighter

For Mac Dre just one moment of silence

Shh, huh yeah, burn ya backwood

Thizz Dance wipe ya sweat off with a wrist band

Gone, just kick back, keep ya lip latch

Me with ya broke ho that's the mismatch

Not even if I'm blind and I see pitch black

Please believe I'ma have it down on this track

One way or another, I gotta get ya break it 'til the gon respect my get back

Yeah, get the boot like Sicily

You fool two cools how I hit the weed

Make sure the 'Sco go down in history

For the Cougnut, Hitman, and Mr. Cee

Let's blow

....Women, dope, tanks, Courvasier

All because of my, ability to communicate percisely