ANDRE NICKATINA & EQUIPTO

ANDRE NICKATINA & EQUIPTO - These Clowns lyrics

"It breathes, it eats and it hates

The only way to beat it, is to think like it"

[Talking:]

At it again

Hmm

[Equipto:]

I surprise with the amazing, the fires a blazing

All suckas gon hate when I rise to the occasion

You ran off with Tigga go hide in the Basement

Cause study your whole life just tryin to taste it

We rap packed take over the stats and trophy

Talk trash and really got a choice like Sophie

So O.G. never caught livin the movie

Wards real life, just "Being Myself", like Juve

I'm full proof, chip tooth, slick like oil

Can't chase me on the daily blow KC Royal

From the Bay like G.P., like Floyd, "I'm sleepy"

On your weak ass raps so leave me

[Andre Nickatina:]

Breathe easy, my Tony Braxton the passion

My lucky ass mind got me in the newest fashion

Rap blastin, silver surfer on the glide

My horse kick just like a Colt 45

Man all up in ya mind like a Cartier design

And I'll be standin right behind when your credit card decline

Get outta line, I spin a web like a spider

Man hit the ice house in the middle yell, "Fire!"

Man do it how you wanna man and take it how you gonna

Cause all you gonna hear is, "No contest your honor"

I live the life style of the wild crocidile

Man pull you under water then I giggle when you drown

Man it's nothin that the law allow, take it with a frown

My mugshot befor they took the picture had the smile

Man holla at me now, four or five rounds

Cuttin through the make up just to shake up these clowns

[Equipto:]

Yeah, Queezy Matsui, blunts and fat doobies

I'm itchy bon lowlout, spittin it like a loogie

Straight gangsta boogie, from here to Tokyo

No oke-doke, they comin up shorter than Little Romeo

I keep it moving, Air Force from Italy

If you know me from back I kept it crackin since little leauge

I swing the bat and I love to sing and rap

On the track and I be the one you point your finger at

I'ma do it like a master, upgrade the stature

See I'm the type to smirk, while you fully elapped her

And you the type to snitch cause you feel that you have to

Drop a dime like you was the illest fool in Nebraska

Won't put it past ya, baby I'm on the level

I get around and put it down like hot metal

The West Coast hello bitch, I'm a rebel

My brand new Jordans'll smash the gas pedal

[Andre Nickatina:]

Gas pedal, blowin till the crack of dawn

Man roll it up and look it did the baby then it's gone

Have you ever seen a soul that was so priceless

Man hangin out with ladies that be cold as ices

The ammunition rippin through cats up in the cipher

Man like seven day though milk man I make 'em all expire

Hands up in the flame man and lust for the game

And even if I'm cripple and I'm walkin with a cane

Or sittin in a chair, it's like Fred Estere

Man eatin on steak bake at the lions layer

Think I'm about to fall man I can hear the call

Man what's the spread if you talkin bout that football

Like Nino did the cartah and yeah I said the cartah

I came up in the game as a San Francisco starter

Man this is for the father, I spit it like a round

Cuttin through the make-up just to shake up these clowns

"Yeah, that's it alright

Bam you can dick it out but you couldn't show you can't take it no more

Your through, well"

"By the wet poisoning there was six bullets" [gunshots]

"Oh thanks boys for the artillery"

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