Testo Pitbull terrier Andre Nickatina

Pitbull terrier

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