4 A.M. : Bay Bridge Music Andre Nickatina & Equipto

[Andre Nickatina]
I'm like a lighting bolt that catapult from cloud to cloud
When you hit the library my styles in the rap files
I like to shake dice, somethin like a cee-lo champ
I used to smoke weed, man all up in the nike camp
I crack crab-Hans Solo wit Aliotos
Then watch the waitress get nervous to try & ask me for a photo
I'm something very bolo
I stand there like a cholo
I'm knockin like it's polo
And thats a little cocoa

[Equipto]
I'm out to stack funds and watch the scratch comin'-
Easy, relapse, leave ya back sprung
Brain testaments like I'm the last one
Homies love me, fuckin around and catch somethin
I'm off dat real kush, thats grown in cali
We push, like a true boss roll in caddies
Chips like granny, goose to get flabby
Eatin' good, it's all in a plan to stay happy

[Andre Nickatina]
I get lost in the weed like a ghost without a blessed vision
But still I find my way to do a little caddy dippin
I'm fine-tuned and groomed juss like a maniquien
Embody all of it, and treated like a maniquen
I get a pad and pen, but it don't matta den
Freak I'm a real rap cat, ho I'm not a trend
I keep the temperature cold up in the hot rental
I thought superman was steel until he got crippled
I'm not ya Doc Giggles, or ya Willie Wiggles
I crossova,dribble,penetratin to the middle
I spin a betta whip, milky like a silky spread
Man do it like a baker, get an oven for ya bread