Andre Nickatina - U Got Talent lyrics

U Got Talent -Andre Nickatina My shirley temples bang like a banger i like it when my new suits hang off the hanger its like its clear as crystal and referee official the homie said he like the sound of hearin bullets whistle i drive a automatic i spit it like a addict im tell baby girl with the curls she got talent im somethin like a candle dealin with the wax just me and you baby girl rollin in the lac would ya holla backk -Equipto with g stacks baby bubble of 50 this dedicated to those who hustlin with me sh** i came clean to get back to the basics from frisco the fastest track in the nation you can hate on the store im taken it for this aint hustle and flow i dont wait in the car ( hell no ) im no chaufferr yes mam no sir so sure i could put her down right on your turf -Andre Nickatina the g's come in threes like piano keys if your honeycomb is buzzin wit those honey bees and banana trees and fly canapees and ladys that be lookin like theyre vandati man the cotton candy flow through my soul man baby said she liked my style she'll never let it go im Jack Clark candle sticks parked in a skylark tennis shoes bad news student of the rap rule rhyme does -Equipto sh** we no joke got them walkin the plank and barfs juss like tony when hes talkin to frank we be hopin out the van bags all in the back and playin it to perfection we call it the game blow rhyme a lit on the field smile like donovan you stay a while let me work up on your confidence you know they gon hate fake hoes interagate put her down on the same plate man its fair play -Andre Nickatina my eyes are on the target i picture panasonic i move through the crowd and try to hit her wit the knowledge man let a baker bake shes a vanilla shake i like the strawberry sauce on my cheesecake i dip around the lake when its quite like a wake and when it comes again i try to crack it like a safe the sun goes down and disappear in the shadows or you reappear on the streets of seattle i like the styles of the ginoco's i come around thurbin runnin like im pete rose and when i concatrate i do its like free throws i tell noah youll sink ridin these flows man double up you better buckle buckle and roll wit me i put a lil twist and i mix it wit poetry man two dymes could be the rope the fine fines never have to listin never standin in line the widewalk baby girl wins you can ride and from the looks of it girl its cold outside time after time ill be workin wit the prime seventh in line im a zodiac sign and ricochet game off your frame in your mind i know you think its fun 'cause it aint no crime wut you talkin bout