ANDRE NICKATINA & EQUIPTO

ANDRE NICKATINA & EQUIPTO - U Got Talent lyrics

[Andre Nickatina]

My Shirley Temples bang like a bang

I like it when my new suits hang off the hanger

It's like it's clear as crystal, it's referee official

The homey said he liked the sound he hear when bullets whistle

I drive a automatic, I spit it like a addict

I'm tellin' baby girl with the curl she got talent

I'm somthin' like a candle, dealin' with the wax

That's me and you baby girl rollin in the 'Lac

Would you holla back

[Equipto]

With G stacks baby bubble up fifty

This dedicated to those who hustle it with me

I came clean took it back to the basic

From 'Frisco the fastest track in the nation

You could hate on a star, I'm takin' it far

This ain't Hustle & Flow, I don't wait in the car (hell naw)

I'm no choffuer, yes man, no sir, so sure

I could put her down right on your turf

[Andre Nickatina]

The G'S come in three's like piano keys

If your honey going buzzin' with those honey bees

And banana tree's and fly can of peas

And ladies that be lookin' like they vanity

Man that cotton candy flow through my soul

Man baby said she like my style and never let it go

I'm Jack Art

Candle stick parked in the Skylark

Tennis shoes, bad news

Student of the rap move, rhyme jewels

[Equipto]

We know Joe got 'em walkin' the plank

And boss us like Tony when he talkin' to Frank

We'd be hoppin' out the van bags all in the bank

And playin' it to perfection we call it the game

Glow rimulate, on the field smile like Donovan

We stay awhile, let me work up on your confidence

You know they gon' hate, fake hoes interogate

Put her down on same blade, mayne it's fair play

[Andre Nickatina]

My eyes are on the target, I picture Panasonic

I move through the crowd and try to hit her with the knowledge

Man let a backer bake, she's a vanilla shake

I like the strawberry sauce on my Cheesecake

I dip around the lake, when it's queit like awake

And when it come to game I try to crack it like a safe

The sun goes down I dissappear in the shadows

Only to reappear in the streets of Seattle

I like the style of the Kenneth Coles

I come around third man runnin' like I'm Pete Rose

And when I concentrate I do it like it's free throws

I tell Noah, he'll sink ridin' these flows

Man double up, you better buckle-n-buckle and roll with me

I put a little twist and I mix it with poetry

Man two dimes could be the road to fine vines

Never have to listen, never standin' in line

Man why walk baby girl when you can ride

And from the looks of it girl it's cold outside

Time after time I be workin' with the rhyme

Seventh in line of my zodiac sign

Man ricochet game off your frame in your mind

I know you think it's fun cause it ain't no crime

What you talkin' bout (what you talkin' bout)

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