歌手:Andre Nickatina
专辑:《The Best of Andre Nickatina》

Gettin' in where I fit in, right?
What that deuce, deuce poppin' like?
Baby, I like the way you work that tongue
You had a don't care ****** for 3 weeks sprung
It's the game, the mutha******a calls my name
Product made of yola 'cuz the rules don't change
The prettiest thing is new white wall tires
I shoulda been a lawyer 'cuz I'm such a good liar
Kill dosia style, brain child in a beanie
God fear a ****** under pressure and greedy
Microphone cops steady ******' off my dealings
Even when I'm workin', mutha******as think I'm chillin'
Recruitin' like the army or even the marines
Some get rejected like black, jelly beans
I'm on the scene in my jeans, smokin' ******* from a sac
Mutha******a, where you at? I got ******* raps
Ya hardcore CB4 uproar made a nice comeback
But didn't touch my score
A Farrakhan listener, white world prisoner
My frisk down is just like the state pen for visitors
Ghetto red hots, guns, crack and macks, fly clubs
No love and ******* raps
Spendin' ways incredible, money untraceable
Tiga's start to jack when the **** ain't available
Baby you talk too much, pass the blunt
I'm tryin', to give your fine ass the raw and uncut
I got no time to be a crybaby fool
Forgive me, but they got me packin' pocket tools
Fresh out say ****** 'em, yeah, I made a gang of raps
Smokin' ******* in a rental with the gangsta tracks
Straight chewy, and a ****** got a gang of pride
Check the battle or the struggle through my Chinese eyes
Had to tighten up the fade, got my murder 1 shades
Still tryin' to ****** them freaks from my high school days
B. Adams, do you still love me?
'Cuz ya first born is strugglin' and it's hard to stay drug free
**** back loaded and about to explode
Like the 12 story 'jects, ******* I'm outta control
Alpine reliant, police defiant, Kentucky Fried and Popeye's number 1 client
Two piece pings n rice allspice
N an RX-7 cuttin' through'a da night
I represent the look like the great Sam Cook
Put a star by every freak in my true black book
Clutch tight fist pumped way in the air, pagan
You dealin' with a microphone bear
Tear, pear, glare, where? Stare, check it, I don't care
I just can't quit, *******t, the rap game fanatic
Tryna stay calm with a mad ******* habit
Cussin' and fussin' at 100 degrees
I think like a blind thief with the vision of G's
Chewy used to do me, listen to Ice-T
Ya lookin' at a ****** who wish he was drug free
But ****** that's a dream in another life
So, until then my last word is re-light