Andre Nickatina

Andre Nickatina - JUNGLE (FEATURING EQUIPTO) lyrics

[Nickatina]

Pain from a rap cat

Man you didn't know that

3 AM, man, we bumping Bobby Womack

My homie keep all his bullets hollow

That's why I smell like Salvatori Faragomo with the diamond sparrow

A rap cat with the BOSS apparel

I put my rhymes on your block then I run it just like little Darrell

Money and dope, man, don't come for free

Man, I don't have no competition, ho, all I got is enemies

I turn around like a tornado

Rock it like a baby cradle

Call me Doctor J if you a baller and it's getting fatal

I make MC's do angel dust

Take 'em to the Bay Bridge, make 'em strip, tell 'em jump

I don't know why I get high

I'm so in love with money I keep spending 'til it runs dry

Hot like a kettle, when the pedal hit the metal

Pinocchio you know son of Jepetio, hello

Deep fried just like Friday fish

A lot a hot sauce, now we got it popping in this bitch

[Equipto]

Yeah, in anything I do I put my everything

Always feel it deep inside just like Mary J.

Ha, I'm never panicing, I'm bored stiff as a mannequin

Grew up fast just like Anikin

Baby is gullible, as Alison in Wonderland

All the excuses in the world I can't understand

Cuz I'm a man of these times, demand to get high

Blow big with my closest family ties

Ain't no way to intervene in my industry

Moving quicker then a centipede on enemies

One of a kind, once in a lifetime rhymes is written

It goes on, as long as time commences

[Nickatina – Chorus]

Shit, it's like a jungle sometimes

It makes me wonder how I keep from going under

When they hit me with the thunder and lightning

its trifling, enlightening, and frightening

some might think that it's even exciting

[Nickatina]

I'm like a Harley Davidson motorcycle, born to ride

With the force that the courts call the last Jedi

I'm like a veteran, off Excedrin's

cuz I be getting headaches from these Letterman's

I asked this little freak about my rap style

She said, "It's so damn dope they might take you to trial."

I hit the weed like I'm kamikaze next to the cosmos

Chopping up shit, yeah, with Quipto and Vago

Raps like a Tommy gun, watch how the body run

Raps from the Tommy gun will make anybody run

[Equipto]

I'm bout to go in like a movie, but no stunt double so parachute me

But somehow I feel I survived on a fluky

I have to hit the scene, livin' out my dreams

Then I said I was sorry to DJ's and MC's

Complete to everyone who kept their ear to the street

Then my homie came through with the Al Capone Suite

Got twice as deep, don't forget, you know how low they get

Intimidating so I pose a threat

Coming like a slider, right by ya

Known to drop a rhyme in on time, and prescribing accurate alignment

The center of attention, we'll bend a agenda

To enter this rap game the number one contender

The outta sight, and dope lyrical white, and watchin' tricks fightin'

Hyping up the crowd late night, and watching Tennessee Titans

Everybody just loving because we like and

I strike in first class light fast, just like lightning

[Nickatina]

I force my rhymes in your veins like hot shot of heroin

You'll got cold turkey trying to work me

It's like a pad lock, when you in the headlock

Six in the morning and you didn't hear the Feds knock

[Nickatina – Chorus]

It's like a jungle sometimes

It makes me wonder how I keep from going under

When they hit me with the thunder and lightning

Its trifling, enlightening, and frightening

some might think that it's even exciting

[Equipto]

I'm consistent, adding on statistics

Why don't we cover the spread like the bitch never existed

Phonographic rotate the plastic spinning

Living like I'm knowing it's gonna be a drastic ending

Playing classics, meditating these tactics to overcome

The show is done, anticipating to roll a blunt

Baby, getting anxious, hitting and I can't miss the focal point

When locals say, "He ain't shit."

Man it's Equipto, put it all down for my homies

And rolling my weed right next to the police

Nothing but love for all my homeboys hustling drugs

Up in your program fucking it up

[Nickatina]

I'm in the fast lane, the cash lane, some think it's a bad thing

Hitting 'em off with the C&H pure cane

I get stuck in your membrane

I'm like a pimp at a party when you say "Look at them rings."

I use a Motorola, to move this baking soda

Whether it's in Denver, man, Houston, man, or North Dakota

With no apology, tech-tech-tech technology

Some brother disin' me, or even thinkin' he

I got the soul and the spirit of the wrath of Kahn

Kick back and write just like the holy Koran

[Nickatina – Chorus 2X]

It's like a jungle sometimes

It makes me wonder how I keep from going under

When they hit me with the thunder and lightning

Its trifling, enlightening, and frightening

some might think that it's even exciting

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