Rap cat on a tug boat
It's not a love boat
Have you ever seen Gators?
They swim
They float
And all flavors
That they got in the Now-N-Laters
My hat tipped like Walt Frazier
It's money and weed on mines
Hotel Flight
Eight "G"s on mines
I really don't have to see the time
All I really have to do
Yo is read the signs
Then I might
Rise like a mercury
b**h give all your money to the worker bee
Because they call me
N-I-C-K-Y W-X I'll tell U-Y
Because I like that
High Fashion
Jane's Addiction
I do what I want
And n***a I don't listen
I shoot through the city like it's Camelot
Ya know I gotta get it crackin'
At the after spot
My heart is Polo
Just like the south
I run my mouth
I'm like a little kid
Runnin' through your house
Hot without a doubt (doubt)
That's why I ran when he pulled the gun out (out)
Man it's just like a rhyme
Chips stay so crisp
I eat alotta rice with my pearl chopsticks
It's all so clear
Like a vision
Baby can you add multiply with division?
And do it with precision
Like the hands of a surgeon
b**h don't worry about the money I'm splurgin'
I like George Gervin
Cold in the spur of the moment
b**h gave her number but I didn't want it
I'm N-I-C-K-Y
W-X- I'll tell U-Y
Put it in drive
Let the engine run like a faucet
If it don't run fast
Baby I'll toss it
I put it down like Lou Gossett
Rappin so heavy
Sometimes I drop it
Gotta Re-cop it
Blo
Re-Cop it
Gotta re-Cop it
Blo Blo Blo
Like C-Bo with his 4-4-4
Fill'Moe Fill'Moe
Co-Co-Co
I price my thoughts on a scale
Picture me baby
You can picture more mail
Things that sell
Cash for bail
And baby say she like shoes made by Chanel
And I
Focus like a telescope
Fire up the better dope
Like to wear a Pea Coat to hide a couple "C" notes
N-I-C-K-Y
W-X- I'll tell U-Y
I treat November like I treat July
31 days with 32 lies
b**h step up
And you can claim your prize
You see dollar signs when you look in my eyes
Khan Allah
Is seen by a chosen few
I let the weed be the reason for the rendevous
And you can tell from my Gators I'm fresh
Hip Hop Cop
That's Elliott Ness
I like Vogues
Cadillac doors
Nosy a** b**hes try to hear me talk to hos
But you get so close
Ya know I gotta plead the fifth
It's almost like your birthday when I spit the gift
And I'm N-I-C-K-Y
W-X-I'll tell U-Y
Bye
I'm back
b**h did you miss me?
My money ain't stale
It's just a little crispy
I like Jack Dempsey
And Thomas Hearns
Brand new car with a brand new perm
Once again
N-I-C-K-Y
W-X I'll tell U-Y
Bye