pussy i aint gon' get I don't holla at these hoes that sing like Ashanti Body like Beyonce, face like Andre (uhhh) bitch You kinda scrangay But I'm rich so my Andre
off inside a Phantom Stop at the liquor store, get a swisher hit the dough Then hit the hood, ay blood what they hitting for Whole hood tatted up, bandana white side jeans
conversate with chicks I ain't goin' hit I don't holla at these pros that sing like Ashanti Body like Beyonce, face like Andre (Uhh) You kinda [unverified] But I'm with so my Andre
, hello Charlie Parker, Charlie Brown Leslie Crowther, come on down Mary Wilson, Di and Flo Hello, hello, hello, hello Sir Bufton Tufton, Jean Paul Sartre Zippy, Bungle, Jeffrey Archer Andre
scottie,scottie scottie,scottie (andre nickatina) put the phone on ya but it's the booty call and I'm comin' ta bust nuts on all ya'll and I'm out half
I'm workin' muthafuckas 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
what Kyjuan gon' do Let's paint the Cutty blue '72 lookin brand new on 20 inch shoes 7 inch greens big jeans I'm chiefin the green Feelin like +Andre
Der eine wär' gern Franz der große Kaiser der andre möcht Jean-Paul Belmondo sein der dritte wär' gern Nicki Lauda und hat noch
aint never faithful Or talk down on a ?? when he break hos (CHORUS) I hit my court date smellin like straight weed Plus I had a fat knot in my blue jeans
and gave her my gangsta laugh my pedigree my legacy i sell it like aphetimines they told me at the dinner scene and i'm standing there high in my anchor jean
with a brand new cobra snake all in your face bitch flaunt my bank watch the red devil fight as they run the tank goldfish don't have a chance to live, muthafucka-now jeans
into a flat line my style don't pump no blood it pump weed and gasoline, Nicky Nickitine man ectasy can twist yo spleen tell that to the freaky them jeans
I'm ready to drive Like a eagle at 12 I'm ready to fly Pager going off, the cell phones ringin' Al Green's playin' and I keep singin' Jeans creased up
na mean? bruce springsteen in my anchor blue jeans o yea im in yo city man whats up wit the weed? man call all the g's and tell em all freeze Andre Nickatina
[Chorus: x2] I wear my air jordan's with my anchor blue jeans I like to spread my wings when I'm out on the scene You can break me down on a triple scale
rhyme, and its a felony, and its in druthers what they tellin' me, and in my mind yo thats a penalty, man baby so mean, she wear those apple bottom jeans
flat line my style don't pump no blood it pump weed and gasoline, Nicky Nickitine man ectasy'll twist yo spleen tell that to the freak in them jeans,
mean? bruce springsteen in my anchor blue jeans o yea im in yo city man whats up wit the weed? man call all the g's and tell em all freeze Andre Nickatina