Andre Nickatina - Lost Hawks lyrics

NICKATINA I'm Serious, like Steady B I dip a Cadillac like Freddy B I talk to these ladies like Schooly D Cause I can't have these ladies foolin' me I'm bumpin' Thai Shaw, Pimpin' Hoes dot com The mo' god'Khan in a new Sean John Lost in my lusty ways You see my face in a magazine and can't turn the page. EQUIPTO You see, I'm 'bout to get paid and not afraid to admit it To fail's never part of the plan, I'm never quittin' I always gave it all that I can, a little lazy I (blow ??? record) like Chuck up on the daily Adrenaline pumpin' like a piston Got me so high I'm in the sky and I kissed it Excuse me while I Jimmy Hentwist the rhyme Hey Joe, could you tell me if 6 was 9? NICKATINA You know I spit technique to the freshest freak Gimme a call you will see results in just a week With the soul of a LOST HAWK Is there a heaven for a Rap Cat, let's talk Because it's hell for a Rap Cat, let's walk Watch your spirit get knocked out the ballpark Gold diggers stay after me, it's a catastrophe, Talkin' sh** in the cheesecake factory. EQUIPTO I'm feelin' high and the blunt ain't sparked yet The truth hit the booth just like it was Clark Kent No time for the weak games the renegade freaks play Follow the rules, old school, f** a cliche I'm to the point ain't no time to waste Same rap, came back, hey, just like mace Imma spray in your face, any day, any place Cross the bay bridge rollin' with Dre and we blaze A chronicle, 30 of Kush up in the optimo We roll trees by the bush when we rock a show The (?) push, Imma refund mine See s**as, lay 'em down with our machine gun rhymes. NICKATINA You might see me at my shows in my Nicky Rose clothes Standin' there just like a picture without the pose Yes, y'all in the symphony call Man, them hoes'll be talkin' bout my rise and fall How I did 'em all And was I born to ball Yo, but not on the hoop court But walkin' through court My gun-mouth that made it way down south With the whole strip scene tryin' to figure it out Without a doubt. EQUIPTO I keep it movin' till my life is straight It's all, Math, Science, Time and Space I see the more money and these rhymes to make I'm tryna seven figures like a license plate Come on, I roll often, my destination unknown The bizzle had me thinkin' "where did all the fun go" Fast decisions made at the last minute The cash flippin' Fasho' we goin' past the limit. NICKATINA Gotta be greedy like Daffy 'cause the money's like Taffy Sweet like a (?) that's tryna get at me The wings of an angel just cut my face I couldn't say nothin' man, yo I spit my case Playboy, it's like magic Man, in a packet Mad like an addict in the sports (?) bracket Spit hot nickels till they quarters, man So put in my name with the eternal flames. EQUIPTO I'm so hot, the track meltin' Please the degrees that I kick his black belt in Freeze MC's into a gas, I blows mixed Purp with Hash Do the math, young Queezy workin' the map It's called cla** Like Bob Marley lightin' a spliff Only the lord know how hyphy I'll get Imma rip through the city and tell a s**a "try again" You see me flowin' to this track like the violins.