[Verse Andre Nickatina] Man I spit my game at a mile a minute I got a dope ass watch with no diamonds in it I like to sway back and fourth like a jesus piece And Im Harlem Nights ready like Della Reese What you tell that freak? Its a quarter to 8 Im at Tads takin down this tbone steak Im from the BAY AREA Fillmoe, GodKhan, Nicky, Andre I probably said it before Yo, squares beware That debonair, savoir faire in the air I got Air Forces 1s god, I keep em untied Im married to the game, never see the bride You look into my eyes it got the color of a sticker They get a little bloodshot when I hit liquor My timex ticker is tickin It keep me up nights I cant help but listen I bust with destruction, at any little function You can say something, I dont wanna hear nothing Keep it all coming, guns keep gunnin The crack game changed but dope fiends hit the oven [Hook Andre Nickatina] My life lines in the picture frame A lost soul tryna find home again Yo my Billy Holliday characteristics Pushes me towards the dope that I have to get with My Timex is the ticker Its like a track meet, girl you gotta get quicker Gotta get quicker, gotta get quicker Gotta get quicker
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