Comb My Hair Andre Nickatina & Equipto

Comb My Hair

-Andre Nickatina
I can see my reflection in my sons eyes
And when i see them i know the lord cried when jesus died
Im not a saint i spred my wings like a condor
I tell the boys to come get me like a matador
I richochet like the bullets in a thugs car
Im located at the bar where the drugs are
I pack the house i pack the party all the gods no fat
We like democrats
Politican on the badge i spent raps
I comb my hair like god
Then hit up the city bumpin playboy tod
Then stroll up
We let the weed blow up
And the money fold up
And not slow up
You know what

-Equipto
You a cold duck im a dime p game runna
Smooth as silk i spit milk and make butter
A cold heart rhyme pace mind state lovark
You keep hustlin hard but go so far
I dont even think they hurt a pimps blood
They cut deals wit bitches up in the strip club
I stake money and study and play day and night
If ima be in the game then ima play it right
We chops it up while thizzin backwoods
Let the hoe choose it she got the game backwards
Touchdown ima inzone dance
Any town i arrive ima frisco mac
Can't roll hash the gift got my bank rolled fat
I leave the square beez she a castro fag
And mad 'cause im vivid wit this and hoe knockin
Tru to the shit that i spit and won't stoppin