[Andre Nickatina] My Shirley Temples bang like a bang I like it when my new suits hang off the hanger Its like its clear as crystal, its referee official The homey said he liked the sound he hear when bullets whistle I drive a automatic, I spit it like a addict Im tellin baby girl with the curl she got talent Im somthin like a candle, dealin with the wax Thats me and you baby girl rollin in the Lac Would you holla back [Equipto] With G stacks baby bubble up fifty This dedicated to those who hustle it with me I came clean took it back to the basic From Frisco the fastest track in the nation You could hate on a star, Im takin it far This aint Hustle Flow, I dont wait in the car hell naw Im no choffuer, yes man, no sir, so sure I could put her down right on your turf [Andre Nickatina] The GS come in threes like piano keys If your honey going buzzin with those honey bees And banana trees and fly can of peas And ladies that be lookin like they vanity Man that cotton candy flow through my soul Man baby said she like my style and never let it go Im Jack Art Candle stick parked in the Skylark Tennis shoes, bad news Student of the rap move, rhyme jewels [Equipto] We know Joe got em walkin the plank And boss us like Tony when he talkin to Frank Wed be hoppin out the van bags all in the bank And playin it to perfection we call it the game Glow rimulate, on the field smile like Donovan We stay awhile, let me work up on your confidence You know they gon hate, fake hoes interogate Put her down on same blade, mayne its fair play [Andre Nickatina] My eyes are on the target, I picture Panasonic I move through the crowd and try to hit her with the knowledge Man let a backer bake, shes a vanilla shake I like the strawberry sauce on my Cheesecake I dip around the lake, when its queit like awake And when it come to game I try to crack it like a safe The sun goes down I dissappear in the shadows Only to reappear in the streets of Seattle I like the style of the Kenneth Coles I come around third man runnin like Im Pete Rose And when I concentrate I do it like its free throws I tell Noah, hell sink ridin these flows Man double up, you better bucklenbuckle and roll with me I put a little twist and I mix it with poetry Man two dimes could be the road to fine vines Never have to listen, never standin in line Man why walk baby girl when you can ride And from the looks of it girl its cold outside Time after time I be workin with the rhyme Seventh in line of my zodiac sign Man ricochet game off your frame in your mind I know you think its fun cause it aint no crime What you talkin bout what you talkin bout
nickatina, andre, like, equipto, man