Lyrics Andre Nickatina

Andre Nickatina

All Star Chuck Taylors

One thing I despise is a virgin's suicide

Shere Khan is something that the wind cries

The way I collect is like a bomb threat

Meanin if you don't have my dough

I'm a blow fa show

You better have heat when you hang with this villian

Meaning that it's cold when I'm chillin

Catch a fillin

Slipped in on a banana peelin

I seen them dead on the floor with the blood skeeted to the ceiling

I was like yo how that happen?

Chuck taylors down gotta keep on rapin

The one bullet, the right place at the right time

Can turn a hell of a wave into a flat line

My style don't pump no blood

It pump weed and gasoline, Nicky Nickitine

Man ectasy can twist yo spleen

Tell that to the freak in them jeans, know what I mean

It's kind of ironic, make a phone call for the chronic

And let my tigers hold the gin and tonic

Man I curse so much it's blasphemy

But I do what the rap gods ask of me

Have heart, have hustle

Have heart if you don't have muscle bite the punk's ear in the tussle

No love, unpassionate, blow weed in the face of the badest chick

Yet I spin like a cd, I try not to get sleepy

On the grind when it's creepy, street gods wanna teach me

Pocahantes makin money for me bustin in the tee pee

My All Star Chuck Taylors, stay laced like the mayor

Street ball court player

Rapid fire rhyme sayer

You be like Nicky man no fair, real poppa

I disappeare like Jimmy Hopper

Reappear on Easter

Pants in the heavy start to increase her

T shirts with the vestes feature

Miesha check it it's the God of Khan

Chuck Taylor down like the Ramidan

Catch a feelin, slipped in on a banana peelin'

You got a scheme homie what you dealin

Man the bathroom tinted

With the blunt wrapped dope in it

It's like Popeye with his spinach

Run around like you playing tennis

And you still ain't finished

International keep the party crackin like pistachios

The freaks got it poppin like a fashion show

Make a move with me birdy baby grab the dough like a linebacker

I got a gift like a blind jacker

Put a whole new six packer

I'm the south paw with the lock jaw

In the kitchen with the rock raw

You remind me of cocaine and doo-doo stains

Man it's the shitty dope dealer

Dirty worm catapilla

We collide like the sun and the moon

And I'm still trippin of that room with the blood on the ceiling

Catch a fillin

My chuck taylors got me creepin

And rap dealin

Come through and leave you stunned

And in shock

And leave my heart on the block like the lost glock

In the bushes or woods man u did what you could

With the little you got are you cold or hot

Put it down with the plot, and got knocked

And went to jail naked in ya shoes and socks

Left it up to ya woman man to move ya rocks

And the freak turned the spot into a hot box

Chuck Taylors All Stars and all stars

Make my way to the bar and there you are

Catch a fillin

Hey sister give me some of those shoes