Lyrics:
Purrfect Storm
-Andre Nickatina
Man you can picture my perfection from the purple in the paper
Get it popin 'cause its poppin
Put the pimpin in
throats
Nickatina been at since 11
Got me a spot up in gang bang heaven
My mother use ta say that I was like a little reverend
That's why they call
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-Andre Nickatina
But moma my broken dreams came from fabulous schemes
I get it poppin like a pistol girl to get you on the team
Here's a telogram I like my
[Andre Nickatina]
Man, I'ma run my mouth and get your corporate account
Bring my benz out in the middle of a drought
I blow lye like its "God
Andre Nickatina
Caught up in the rhyme like a dopef iend, freaky heater back the fuck up if you cut your broke dreams, I keep the 40 fo' shizzle
[Verse 1 - Andre Nickatina]
Picture a blind man that can't see
Meaning the beauty he's supposed to see
God it can't be
I thizz alone like a snake,
NICKATINA
I'm Serious, like Steady be
I dip a Cadillac like Freddy be
I talk to these ladies like Schooly D
Cause I can't have these ladies foolin'
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
I'm still standin..
This for the rap gods..
(andre)
I tried to earn wings but, I think I grew horns
And maybe that's why mc's rock me like porn
lochness now gimme tree fitty
That psycho thick bitch Brotha Lynch
Baptized thug life in Nickatina's hymns
Don't hate you ain't worth your weight in shit
(Nickatina)
It started out with Captain Crunch Cereal, an old turn table and a radio.
In my young mind I was the mother fuckin' Imperial.
Local drug
Da Whip
-Andre Nickatina
Sittin on leather that's all
Better than the cow that it came from
I like to go fast I like to blow hash
You like a women
Andre Nickatina
Tina Terry
Horns and Halos
(Nikky)
I use to slither like a snake
Forget the chit chatter it really didn't matter if the other bitch
Oh God
Andre Nickatina & Equipto
(Queezy)
It's two for the money
I'm through with the funny actin hoes
They sharin each other clothes
The game run
Andre Nickatina right here in the raw
Aint a real rap lord gonna respect the law
Get the phone call my little cousin bob for sure
Shuffle like a cd,
blend with the night
They call me greedy
Plead my sins to get a gurl a beaty
It's andre nickatina
I'm like a genie in a beanie
Amarato 88 cadillac,
me
I heard crabs from the ocean, real Crip niggas from the sea
I gotta make it to heaven, I've been goin' through hell
Carbon rifle by my Bible,
of leaving that queue
But anyone can see my new celebrity is you
Her husband, andre Previn absolutely heaven
Even Herman Levin (13)
Wants to hire him, too
Jailed, and frailed myself
But I'm still here
Still facing fears
Still got the rhythm
See through my prism
I'm see-through
My Rebirth
I go step by step
like Buttercup with a Blossom
Excessive needs for pussy, power, and SUV's
That drop us to the back-door entrances, stress relief
And no less indeed,
the booth rockin' a biosuit made of plastic
And NASA's galactic elastic travelin' through space, interstellar rapping
Broadcastin' from uninhibited planets
bending the definition of quality living
Shape shifting, better plains of existence
Enter this dimension by the words of the sentence
Willpowered by real
had seven minutes in Heaven
What would you do
What would you change
What would you fight for
Yeah
Uh
Let's go
Word salad
Lacking bars like the man's
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