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Artist/Band:
Andre Nickatina
Lyrics for Song: Pitbull Terrier
Lyrics for Album: Midnight Machine Gun Rhymes & Alibis [2002]
Nickatina
I'm from the era of Ronald Reagan
And from my dress code and my style tiger yeah ya know what I'm slangin'
Valentine heart shooter
And pinky-nail fo real and can't ya tell ain't nobody cuter
A pitbull terrier carries ya area, and he really ain't sharin' ya
Add a two door straight piranha
I keep it parked like the rear-end 6-4 of an impala
Skinny baby done-dolla
And when I rip these rap to gat ya back it ain't no prada
Nicky is the matador, yo whatcha get it for
It's like rain when the money pour, hey
A pitbull terrier carries in ya area, and he really ain't sharin' ya
I keep it dark as darth vader
And keep it cold as cream to make ya gleam with 31 flavors
3-bullets just grazed ya
And I cant believe we smokin' weed the streets done raised ya
It was the ultimate caper
And after years of faith we still talk about paper
A pitbull terrier carries ya area, and he really ain't sharin' ya
Equipto
(yeah, huh)
Ya see I step through
What's up to all my nephews
I'm leavin' the suckas to superheroes for the rescue
An' every attitude in the grill
Like respect due we crept through
It's been a long time
We shouldn't 'a left you
I'm 'a locate ya spot
I'm 'a go state the block
It's nationwide knowin' I'm 'a rotate the clock around timin'
Rebuttle would make it seem so drastic
Visual, havin' felt its no longer lastin'
Start the rhyme shootin'
Computin' with many brains
No time for tootin' make a comeback like eddy came
Neva, cross game or point with steady aim
I put it so simple in the crookedist way
I'm a brain-wave overtake, maintain no mistakes, how I give a fuck I ain't gonna wait
Knowin' its more than may
Its weaker when you knowin' its right
I hold the mic with confidence like rollin' the dice
Nickatina
Sometimes I'm lucky as Lucciano
And I collect lil' things like ships that's made in the bottle
Block monster ass steak
butterflys surround my waiste i shake but still beat the case
Laid out like a bear rug
Because the way I squeeze to make this cheese is somethin' like a bear hug
And I ain't never met a fair thug
Baby ya with me or not because you know I don't share love
I kick back in the twilight
Man that's the wicked little brother of this thing we call the limelight
I switch lanes in the fast life
And this psychic said I was King Tut in my past life
I looked down I'm like "that's right yeah"
Respect the law
The star born to break the law
Machine gun alibi
Is like a lullaby
We smoke weed and we don't cry, hey
A pitbull terrier carries ya area, and he really ain't sharin' ya
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| Album Lyrics: Midnight Machine Gun Rhymes & Alibis [2002] |
Andre Nickatina
"Midnight Machine Gun Rhymes & Alibis [2002]"
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