Lyrics Andre Nickatina

Andre Nickatina

Box Of Lucky Charms

(A. Nickatina)

My morning starts off with the chicken and the waffles

Baby say she never touched the hand of a capo

Shoot at the reflection in the mirror of life

If you hit your target then they say you live twice

In a box of lucky charms man keep a few Gs

And never talk about the tricks kept up your sleeve

Help you? please, I'm all about greed

Make the crowd freeze, get the cheese then leave

(Queezy)

Young Queez strike a pose like a statue

Brand new clothes, too close as 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 trip one dime in the city, pimp

West coast, the blade on the esco

And I leave her automatic at my next show

(A. Nickatina)

Pinky ring shinin like a baseball diamond

I was right there when that gangsta started cryin

Twisted and wired, gun-mouth 4 hire

The game that we it accept all liars

Fears and desires, no court room choirs

Forget about “I quit” no more 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

And don't lose focus of the ultimate scheme

See?

(Queez)

We a fool, throw your main beez in the pool

No rules imma have to take her back to school

Those dirty mags imma clown like Bernie Mac

Hit his hoe cause she heard me rap

I got no time for your little small talk

All ya'll know Quipto play hardball

On off all off, everything come in time

Til then just roll up and bust my rhyme

(A. Nickatina)

Hey, hey, hey

My homies like clothes from Louis Vuitton

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

Jamal Wilkes, man imma pop that J

He'll call me silk til my dying day

The gods got angels with guns in hands

Man bullets that'll rip through a

Man the sharks in the water for your daughter

And as you swim farther bitch the sharks getting 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 toe adidas

I'm swimming in the river of the phoenix

Holla at me now hoe forget about the remix

Because I'm reloaded, and all the hoes know it

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

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

Reputation searchin like the henny and the remmy

See that car? Imma cop that, God!

Police ain't around? Gonna spark that, God!

Take this valium and cry about the pain

Or throw them dice and roll with the game

(Queez)

Roll with the game, my homie said feel my pain

Some say that he might rise again

Put your flame to the sky, and strike ya lighters

For Mac Dre just one moment of silence…

Yeah burn your backwood

Thizz dance, wipe your sweat off with a wrist band

Gon' just kick back, keep your lip latched

Me wit your broke hoe, that's the mismatch

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

Please belive imma have it down on this track

One way or another I gotta get your record til they respect my get back

Yeah get the boot like Sicily, you fools too cool's how I hit the weed

Make sure The Sco go down in history

For the Cougnuts, Hitman and Mr. Cee

Let's blow