(Nicky)
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It's the bazooka chooka drivin just like im blowin lutha
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Look to the future on a dime doin karmasutra
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Jump out a supa' benz me and my supa' friends
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Thinkin on some supa' ends, Eatin soul food again
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Man fully loaded and quoted, you know devoted and wrote it
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And you can never decode it, If I can sell it I sold it
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It's Nicky kamikaze, at cha' party, at cha' party
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I'll tell the guard ta' shoot cha'
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Why you gotta lurk arody.
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(Equipto)
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Yea so pass the yak, back ta' back
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Now I tilt my frisco hat
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Hit the track and get the scratch
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Then we blaze that indo sack
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Hey im a rapper, ghost rider like casper
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After hours crackin the partys full of my laughter
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Pass the weed to me like M.D. and get to thizz dancin
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Hyena crunk, like he a blunt and get the shit crackin
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Ya need ta' know this weed ta' blow ya maybe that we can roll
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But see at shows i up the stakes if you want Queez to flow
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Follow the guest im so low in the flesh
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I keep do'do' in my chest cuz i dont know whats next
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But now im livin fo' it, get in goin, everyone who spit it know it
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Im reborn but could be gone and any given moment
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(Nicky)
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And im the numba 7, March 11,
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engine revin, keep it steppin,
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Weapon keptin, on the left in, man
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this my confession, my souls controlled man
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all through the penile, I wonder up in heaven if Ray Charles can see now
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You never see smiles all on the boulevard
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gotta shake the dope in jars
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Something Holy Like Qur'an
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| Andre Nickatina |
