Andre Nickatina Nickatina Creation Lyrics:
Gentlemen. Welcome. i look foward to a tounnrament
of truly epic proportion. We are unique gentlemen,
through long years or rigourous training,
sacrafice , denail pain. Yea this is uh a
nickatina creation. You probablly never heard
nothing like. This but check it out. I got flavor
and all them thangs you know. Yea Bitch suck a
dick or hit the door.Its like a vessle clearer
than a crystal, hotter than a pistol, man I give a
whistle. And gather up my converse in a hurry
niggas flock together like ravens in the bird the
movie the movie by Alfred Hitchcock Bitch I got
your block bitch i got your block on Krytonite
lockdown and worship like a Kansas City Royal or a
chick thats up in Bagdhad living of of oil, Rough
and ready eatin on Italian made speghetti the way
I pin the grass mothafuckers call mr Teddy, bear
yea litte rug Yogi, fuck them US made TV's I'd
rather fuck with Sony Mitsubish my girl's name is
Sun Duck Kim, her father is the president of IBM
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"Thats him" is what the cops say when
they fear Nicky Im thinking cash burns I get ghost
on the piggy to the den Andre Nickatina all in A
NIGGA MAKING DIKES WANT DICKS AGAIN :)The ace of
spades, shit can get colder than a glacier But
sweeter than them licorice or them zig zag papers
yous a scalywag you wait for ? and you wear a tote
tag but bitch i leave a gash like a 44 mag real
dash-board I race like shaba just to put a gun on
OG he yell "Mama daddy" someone call the
fuzz mother fucker down with them columbian drugs
im not a savior shit vibrates like a pager i got
my bow and arrow stretched just aim her something
propper, swinging blades like a helicopter instead
i crab meat spend my cash and chow down on a
lobster with the sauce bitch my boss back and get
raw fucking with criss you gonna get crossed out
nothing but dick in your mouth went to vegas to
see the tyson fight and brought a quarter ounce,
to smoke to sell, you really cant tell so many
fine hos you think its heaven or hell, you pick,my
timer tick tock a timex, niggas look for pussy
when they cant find sex. This is uh, a nickatina
creation. Todays what baby-October third about 330
in the morning. And we awake like an owls
Lyrics: Nickatina Creation, Andre Nickatina [end]