ANDRE NICKATINA & EQUIPTO

ANDRE NICKATINA & EQUIPTO - Purrfect Storm lyrics

[Andre Nickatina:]

Man you can picture my perfection from the purple in the paper

Get it poppin cause it's poppin put the pimpin in the player

Paint the paragraph, the photograph, the platinum pearl pistol placka

Wake you up the mornin after, you know just what I'm after

I eat spaghetti with the tiger prawns

And like to buy, anything that my eye is on

I politic before I leave man with the God of Khan

The ladies know me real well at the Autobaun

But my Mercedes, I whip it past, it's super bad

The color man'll hit you like a jab, that's where I'm at

I give a gun to the hands of time

So I can shoot, out a endless rhyme

I said you picture the perfection, it's an election, of your connection

It's somethin like a model car collection, you hit 'em Qweez

[Equipto:]

Fuck the world they against me

For spittin my raps it's like a real deal MC

Nothin attached, I be married to the game

I'm life long with it, til they carry me away

Everything I say true, so you wonder where the time went

Situate studio time from all the grindin

See my life flash, I roll the dice fast

I can't even find time just to sit and write raps

You livin like that, through the scratch I reversed the norm

Got sucked in by the Purrfect Storm

I can take it like a man, break bread with the fam

These suckas is hatin, cause situation at hands

[Andre Nickatina:]

Playboy I'm from the Fillmoe, man a.k.a. Bay-yola

We let our hair grow to our shoulders, picture polorola

Man hit the freeway from the rollers

Man laughin with a mouth full of doja by the quota

I thought I told ya, it through The Wire like HBO

My vogue tires say they rest to go

Man can you picture the perfection, it's like a weapon, a Smith-N-Wesson

You askin me do rappers go the Heaven, is that the question?

I keep it cozy like Movato

They split it down the middle like a fiddle ma and Sato

I like to walk with Falco cause she walk just like a model

My life is like a love letter find it in a bottle

Yo baby bubba, I hit the streets just like it's rubber

The way I bounce around up in my car'll make you stutter (can you picture the perfection)

[Talking:]

Huh, you now, come on

[Equipto:]

Yeah, top notch caliber, underdog challenger

Manage to get, by everyday of the calednder

Worldwide traveler, pray when I'm landin

Rollin up tough blunts taste like candy

I'm the Weddin Crasher, dry like the answer

Bet over a G I'ma tell ya put cash up

Spittin like the last one, I'm a Sama-rider

Ever since the four, the one, the five

[Andre Nickatina:]

Man the four, one, and the five-a, man I'm a fast driver

Banana Cream pie-a, baby you'se a liar

I suck up in the choir, man picture the perfection

Man third row Fillmoe chair number seven

I was throwin like I'm wavy, the rap God's forgave me

And after thst day G, rock-a-by baby (man can you picture the perfection)

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