
2 T-Shirts N A Adidas Suit Andre Nickatina
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Make way for the nitty
Gritty, bitty titty filler
City after city time and crime rap dealer
I don't play football
I'm not a playmaker
My only way deep is to throw a haymaker
School rule breaker
Makin' teachers have a fit
From the Goz show that's
How I learn to spit
Man, some All Star Chuck's
And some coke to sack
It don't matter what color as
Long it blue or black
Cause I'm reckless
Cuban necklace
Never in the game that become wet fish
Two t-shirts an ah adidas suit
Man, I ain't peepin'
What what ya speakin'
Homie gimme the loot
Man, you filled with' truth
And I'm filled with lies
When we rap all these
Muthfuckas' die despise
Like the sparrow that narrow
Nigga shootin' through an arrow
You can see the klugg's if you
Look through the barrel
Fools use chess like a VCR
Worth as much as a CD-R
Gotta put my hands in the cookie jar
You got beef?
Let my rap den rip ya car
Disappear like a
Motherfuckin' desert
Mirage
Smellin' so good like a red crosage
That's the way I fuck em' down
Climbs around by sound
Like how them whistles whip
Through the ground
Get the camera, the ramela, the scramela
Two points the fuck with the camela, SIN
Who cares what mood ya in?
It'll sound like thunda if I lose again
Gritty, bitty titty filler
City after city time and crime rap dealer
I don't play football
I'm not a playmaker
My only way deep is to throw a haymaker
School rule breaker
Makin' teachers have a fit
From the Goz show that's
How I learn to spit
Man, some All Star Chuck's
And some coke to sack
It don't matter what color as
Long it blue or black
Cause I'm reckless
Cuban necklace
Never in the game that become wet fish
Two t-shirts an ah adidas suit
Man, I ain't peepin'
What what ya speakin'
Homie gimme the loot
Man, you filled with' truth
And I'm filled with lies
When we rap all these
Muthfuckas' die despise
Like the sparrow that narrow
Nigga shootin' through an arrow
You can see the klugg's if you
Look through the barrel
Fools use chess like a VCR
Worth as much as a CD-R
Gotta put my hands in the cookie jar
You got beef?
Let my rap den rip ya car
Disappear like a
Motherfuckin' desert
Mirage
Smellin' so good like a red crosage
That's the way I fuck em' down
Climbs around by sound
Like how them whistles whip
Through the ground
Get the camera, the ramela, the scramela
Two points the fuck with the camela, SIN
Who cares what mood ya in?
It'll sound like thunda if I lose again
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