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Andre Nickatina

Andre L. Adams (born March 11, 1970), better known by his stage name Andre Nickatina, is an American rapper from San Francisco, California. He previously performed under the stage name Dre Dog. more »

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Verse 1: Andre Nickatina

The homie said, now we can chalk em like rocky if ya cocky when you knock me
Do it till we slap you or atleast until you drop me 
Nicky back at you like star 6-9 
On the grind, on ya mind and I'm runnin outta time
You know that bay bridge heart kid run through my veins 
Hang with me burn, let me pocket everythang
'cause my 3 10 shoes they don't leave no clues 
I bucka break the law, but I fucka follows through. Holla back
My Cardiar Savoir-Faire 
I was born round I could never die square its like that...

The Jack:

Turn up the knock, 7-7 pacs
Hit the mini matchin pretty black boy countin wops
Semi automatic cock 'cause I don't trust that nigga
Smoking purple so I'm calm 
Know a known cat pilla 
Eyes low gone I'm a stone crack dealer
Surrounded by monsters like mike jack thriller
Ride around strapped 'cause I might jack niggas
Smokin purple like a motha fucking nut 
You see a small bank in the cuts hold it up
'cause a nigga like me snorted out to get high 
Fell in love with it had to stop fo' I die 
Young nigga early 90's pushin rocks so I'm fly
Everday early mornin stackin paper gettin high 
Dre dog in the deck will respect like Pac nigga
Ill let my tape rock till my tape pop

Andre Nickatina

I got a lifetime ghetto past if the money gonna last 
High way patrol say I drive too fast 
Man I'm a bank roll holla I told her blow her quota
But I know you want my picture in ya photo motorolla
In my leather hat man I let my curls hang out 
We talking shit, down where the girls hang out 
The homie said he's good with the weapons 
And when it comes to bitches and clothes he's the freshest
I think you get the message 
Its butter on the breakfast, toast
And ill squeeze like a steak if you get too close 
I bucka bounce fucka fly with the flames 
And pucka pucka party with my life in the game 
You know its all the same

The Jacka
The YAY AREA yeah boi that where I'm from 
Pushed enough coke to have the whole world numb
Attempt to distribute, first case I run 
Break a king down, sniff away the things I've done 
Smoke a zip, a two a day boi my memorys done
Remember niggas injuries from the squeeze of a gun 
And held the trees in my lungs
Pushin v's to the slums 
Been through so much shit they can't believe that I'm young 
Eyes tight like jet lee I believe I'm the one 
Superb (???) watching allah I believe is the pun 
Without a blood test I can't believe that's my son 
I'm just a huslah on the run,everday bendin corners 
Hoes pullin up on us I'm letting out the smoke
Pullin on a strong one straight out hyphy goin 
Muh fucka all that shit 
Return a hardball nate is all I wish 
Pasta and fish is a mobsters dish 
We was blessed with the recipe 
Searching for the rest of me 
Blinded by the light, going on ecstasy 
If it wasn't for this gangsta shit I wonder where the west will be 
4 1 3 don't wanna die stand next to me

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