Lyrics Andre Nickatina

Andre Nickatina

Pick-Cha

(Long live the King)

Yo picture God a perfect cut diamond

Or bein the motha fucka man without even tryin

Livin like I'm dead to the world with tickets yo and refferals

My hair is in a perm so I can never have a curl

Man it's a bluebird on my shoulder can I kill it?

Man wakin up the bacon toast and eggs up in the skillett

Man can you feel it?

I cut you down like a midget

And when you see me make you feel just like a prision visit

I'm such a (lizard?)

I want the flames in the fire

So there it is paint a picture fuck up my desire

You said you want style I'll give you style with drug lord flava

I make a pimp dance yeah by shottin at his gatas

Pickin up the nickles n dimes like Jackal and Hide

The bounty is waitin for me up at Mt. Zine

It's primetime whos gon shine from the raw rhyme

Picture a rollercoaster up in a boss mind

Real playboys have wings in the sky

Silently cryin out man please don't die

Man gettin to the thick of it all

Man picture the brods

Man tellin ya call

But hopin ya fall

Sayin my name like King James no pad adriatic

I'm paranoind but really don't panic

The life afta they say it's colder then the packers

All and the damn money in the world is not a factor

Man true indeed

Upin the game with a mouth ta feed

I make a 360 spin homie rollin the weed

Roll the weed

Roll the weed

Long live the king

We take a sertain situation to run an organizarion

Man bustin like a (?) patient

Cooperation man seven years is what hes fakin

Now hes even more gangsta cause hes rollin with da nation

Now (?) yourself

Then I will talk like greedy Gretchin

Man hear the confession of my priffesion

Is Secession of illegal weapons

Up in a dot daytona

My mexican girl she drank two coronas

And she know about the ayatolah

I'm movin through the clouds

Youd better hold me down

I'm smokin weed and I'm g'd and ready ta clown

I love ta see you drown

You know I spit it

To get it

To flip it

To sell it

To air mail it to yo town

I'm like electical current

The playa reffereant

(?) councourent

Because it's gonna hit the furnace

Man pitches the pictures of me

Picturin the bitches

And all up here sayin write the scriptures

It gets worse

Cause mentally you're cursed

You're livin in a verse

Sometimes it hurts but baby yeah you know it works

Long live the king

Long live the king