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    ANDRE NICKATINA

    Daiquiri Factory: Cocaine Raps, Vol. 2 2000 ©

    King Nicky's Crown

    My raps are like a cell phone rate,
    Cause they keep ringin all across the state.
    Hit the barbque party make a handsome plate,
    I give u hell untill I make it to the pealy date.
    Feel pretty, king nicky do it for the city,
    The spot got hot when they shut of the semi.
    Game is late with a straight poker face,
    My recipies cats all wourlin to taste,
    But wait it's the chef the new hockey ref,
    Cause I'm a cold rap cat till my very last breathe, yes,
    I crash cars with the melokie brothers.
    My horoscope told me there is no other.
    I rap everyday like a christmas gift,
    I stay hot at the head if the g's don't flip, but trip,
    Crushed velvet I tackle no helmet (wuh)
    I probly ain't shit if u let a freak tell it.


    Wha (?) via pimp take it for what it's worth,
    Loli lo might mama never (?)
    (?)
    With the magnitude that you submittin'
    To the game brame watch this how you be forgettin
    Cut out your never next with the stylish jack
    Leave your ass for dead cause you be fuckin faggots BITCH
    Picture this superbowl sunday,
    Niggas shoottin craps in the kitchen
    (?)
    Bank robber
    (?)
    What ever you like pumpin I ain't from my abs
    Cause my ass is tight


    I write scriptures,
    For those (?) drug picture
    Treat the pain and make it feel liek a slug hit cha
    (?) I'm about to make bail
    The plan I got (?) cliental
    The killer whale goes deep benathe the ocean floor,
    And leaves dead MC's at the sandshore.
    The atlantic, man don't panic, you act liek u ain't never
    Get your ass kicked.
    I make money and for me it's sheer kind,
    Comin through, smellin good, park (?) (ooooh)
    All in detriot man they know my (?)
    Stretchin they necks tryin ta check the guy cause,
    I stay quite when my other niggas get loud
    I kick style with my silver tooth smile (cha ching)
    I cook rhymes on a cookie sheet
    While you play that top on a rookie beat
    WORD


    Frankly, I'm about to spank thee
    On the microphone (?)
    Stitchin up your pain with my protocall
    You'll get your (?)
    Kidding, you see my devilsh grin
    I see the way you like sedating while I'm lickin my ends
    While u be gressin I'm progressin your the (?)
    First lesson compessin, cause (?)
    Is the first step to a cry (?) I'm a pimps grip
    (?) now really how far do you think the players
    Path gon getcha? c'mon nigga HUH HUH?

    Shiiit you know mackin is a game freak, and I'm a player
    But not for long (?)
    Shiiit, King Nicky in full effect I got coke dealers askin
    "What you doin next? " and check.
    Like the honycomb hideout hidaway, I don't drive nickatine
    I just fly away. Spread my wings like a vulture when it comes to this,
    Makin moneys more sweater then a tounge kiss.
    Shift the gears on my (?) like a (?)
    Back there I had you spinnin like a comacobie.
    Work the rap like a drunk work a bar tender,
    Shake it live like a colt 45.

    2000 ©


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