Equipto - Da Spitz lyrics

[Equipto] Off to the races can't compare Square repair a pocket aces Check as I rock the place with The way I spit all across the nation I'm a hit know with aim so accurate We act to the situation, pa**ionate I mean, no prince always clean I squeeze and then pa** it off to Dreez [Andre Nickatina] If you can hear the spitz, beleive me it's poppin' mayne Hair pin trigger on a chopper mayne Just shine my rangs and fat chains Threw on my shades like Johnny Fontane Dip through the waves that I made on a boat Fillmoe City, baby king of the coke I like C-notes in a Root Beer Float Lookin' at your eye at the slink through a scope [Equipto] I smoke your grapes, then pour the Remy On the interstate goin' over eighty Give me instant play, I'mma speak the mouthpiece South, East, North, West, don't you doubt Queez All on the down beef, flip G's with a knot "Believe It Or Not" like Ripley's I got too much game to pimp thee You hot, and your two shots quick but miss me [Andre Nickatina] Man check that temperature homeboy under the pot My hood used to be called "Planet Rock" Playa's real fast with the Glock-a Fillmoe baby, I can live with the saga I live for today so I die for tomorrow There's no such place if I take it too far-a n***a's want fame like Irene Cara Andre Nicky from the Tyson era [Equipto] sh**, I'm still standin', it's real as rappin' My ice cold fits with sk**s to match it It's spitz like this gon' call it quits Blow zips, split that, then swallow this I'm high and tech, space age no games Mile a minute, stay paid always Box of bleezey's, lot's of weed The more Hen, but then again cop a please like [Andre Nickatina] Man God gimme G's on the double, all through the wire The bullets start to sing like a quire The syle rotates like tires on the count of three Blue suade, Wu-Tang Wallabees I'm so fresh to d**h, you best grab your tech It's like Fred G. Seffer when he grab his chest For live to bit, cause I'm known to spit Man something said I fold and crack your whip [Equipto] So stack your chips immaculate Not long 'till I master this Study the game, is money the same Headed to the point, where nothing's the same Count your pesos, spread out all on the table Every single pimp in the Bay know You take it serious to break a b**h Go hard if she lace your b**h, like this [Andre Nickatina] Bigger, stronger, faster, better But lighter, than a, pillow feather Spit'z that a stop a bull six shots That connect all dots and a rock your knot Parade my game through the town, have another round Look at how the God get down Kamikaze shots at your fortune, here's another portion Them hot little thangs be scorchin' Spit a little, spit a lot or not In the rain them thangs that go pop Bring me back uo in the drop, roll up the pot Sly like the fox, spin like a top Dip up the block, and I love to shop If you ain't't gunnin' for me freak then b**h why not? [Equipto] Not no Cris' gon' get me tipsy Di it like Cruise when "Business Risky" Stayin' all high and I fly like frisbee's But you can try chirpin', my circuit's busy My purpose to show that I'm worth a milly But don't go bad like Whitney I like Whiskey, all in your liver and kidney's On the hunt to bump me a Britney I put her down right by Disney Layin' demand I'm like "What is it"