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Andre Nickatina - Pitbull Terrier
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Nickatina Im from the era of rhyme bringin And from my dress code and style tight yeah ya know what Im slingin Valentine heart shooter And pinky-neil fo real and cant ya tell aint nobody cuter A pitbull terrier carrys in the area, and he really aint sharin ya Add a two door straight piranha I keep it parked like the rear-wheel 64 of an impala Skinny baby dum-dada And when I rip the rap to gat ya back it aint no prada Mickey is the matador, and what you get before Its like rain when the money pour, hey A pitbull terrier carries in the area, and he really aint 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 brazed ya And I cant believe we smokin weed the streets done raised ya And with the ode to mint-caper And at the year of faith I feel we talk about paper A pitbull terrier carries in the area, and he really aint sharin ya Equipto (yeah, huh) Ya see I step through Whats up to all my nephews Im leavin the suckas to superheroes for the rescue An every attitude in the grill Like respect due we crept through Its been a long time We shouldnt a left you Im a locate ya spot Im a go state the block Its nationwide knowin Im 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 Im a brain-wave overtake, maintain no mistakes, how I give a fuck I aint 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 Im lucky as Lucciano And I collect lil things like ships thats made in the bottle Block my sure as stake Put a flice around my waist the shape will 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 aint never met a fair thug Baby ya with me or not because you know I dont share love I kick back in the twilight Man thats 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 Im like thats right yeah Respect the law The star born to break the law Machine gun alibi Is like a lullaby We smoke weed and we dont cry, hey A pitbull terrier carries in the area, and he really aint sharin ya
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