Andre Nickatina - Heaven Thru The Backdoor lyrics

You can see it in my eyes god I'm on the way out Man What's the last words comin out my mouth I get you in my Clutches it's lunches tigas twistin dutches Lookin at my bank roll bunches Pitbull leavin to rush your room like a cartoon In to soon now we scrap like some racoons Ain't no secret about the candy yams I like the candy yams greens and candy yams Twirl the rope like tha la**o or let it pop yo And heres your vision of a pinzo Pica**o The Cheetha Chicky nail that mix the nina with the reefa Smile like a Jackal, shoot you in the ankle Don't like spider web, you only get tangles And here I come running, trying to spit more ammo Ride out the shadows, Homey close the gap I hold hold money like a ball player hold a cramp, oh Tight with money and pain, over and over again And we can do it with cane, and we can do it the same At your a** like a Scorpio. Set to go Tiga let me know Ya dig? A new version of the four four I'm a hit heaven like I hit the club - baby through the back door A new version of the four four I'm a hit heaven like I hit the club - baby through the back door A magical conversation I cut your a** down Like a block n***a hit by a 4-pound-right-now I swing the sticky like a golf ball Ready itll pop ya'll Aimin at me gun And don't stop ya'll If I could turn back the hands of time Id sell coke in Miami say "the world is mine" Sometimes my job expectations or court accusations Hit the car with the weed and the navigation I keep a lolipop like Cojack I take a hoe nap UP in ya lap tell ya hold that Yea! The Fillmoe King of the ryme, it's like I'm feeling for time Man you can wait but I'm scheming for mine Cu cu cu gotta get the cabbage I'm living way mad and get the ke lup for the freak cause she speak spanish Man I ain't never been a copy cat I throw raps at any disc jockey back Tennessee- call me little Denny, cause I'm ryhme ready The big homies came and got me in a blue Chevy It's like this, yea I gotta rattle the cage, If you wonder what I do-b**h I party for days I keep it hot like a heat wave, rollin around Stand you up like some pins then I'm bowling you down Said it before, yea I'm rhyme ready And when the suns down- Jamacian drug posse see me sayin "come down" Drank a little bit, me and vacko Once again it's the pinzo Pica**o