Andre Nickatina - Bobble Heads (ft. Black C)
[Verse 1: Black C]
Call me a psycho cus I just might go
Shoot up ya block cus you're walkin' on a tight-rope
Plus I'm off that nitro, yea that's that loud pack
We don't smoke bammer so its best that you fall back
San Francisco ball cat, you're f**in with a Giant
Ya n***as say ya real but the real is ya lyin
(???) is what I don't do, real is what I live by
f** whatcha goin' through if you're tryna (tempt?) mine
Im tryna get mine ballin f** getting by
You s**as hatin' cus you fallin' like a zipline
While I sip wine with a thick b**h with thick thighs
Small waist pretty face, tryna get high
She said she like real n***as, no farce
But you're b**hmade actin worse than these broads
Goin' through they menstral, all up in ya mental
Just like a b**h ya keep dick up in ya dental
Damn
[Hook - Andre Nickatina]
It's the God Khan version, Magic, Ervin
All them s**as is crashin', burnin'
Money, gone, lookin all old
Look at my poker face, I'll never fold
co*k, reload, sellout shows
Mouse rangs and all thangs , pull out ya gold
Don't tell me about it homie, pull out ya hoes
Hammer up like Stan Burrell on bail
[Verse 2: Black C]
You can hip, hop on the muthaf**in' jock
Im an RBL n***a getting money 'round the clock
And these b**hes don't stop when it comes to this black n***a
In the Bay, I'm a legendary rap figure
Plus a cap pealer, homie thats a fat n***a
You're not loyal to the soil you's a rat n***a
And I'm a real one, the last of a dying breed
Im off kush muhf**ah you smoke bammer weed
I f** with top notch b**hes in that Prada wear
You f** with low budget b**hes with them bobble heads
Yea, you n***as strictly sickly
For real, you n***as can't get with me
And you can believe it or not like Ripleys
Ya boy been an underground king like Pimp C
Or like Mac Dre, or like Mr. C
I go hard on a b**h, no sympathy
[Hook: Andre Nickatina]
It's the God Khan version, Magic, Ervin
All them s**as is crashin', burnin'
Money, gone, lookin all old
Look at my poker face, I'll never fold
co*k, reload, sellout shows
Mouse rangs and all thangs , pull out ya gold
Don't tell me about it homie, pull out ya hoes
Hammer up like Stan Burrell on bail
[Verse 3: Andre Nickatina]
You say oh god cus im givin' you hell
Leather jacket, adidas with them shells
You can miss me like a stray bullet
Gary Coleman on ya a** with a new Qillis
Sheeit, God-Khan but I'm still a capo
I let the weed hit me while Jimi Hendrix sang Sand Castles
I dip through the big pineapple
And if you see me real quick its something like an eye sample
[Hook: Andre Nickatina]
It's the God Khan version, Magic, Ervin
All them s**as is crashin', burnin'
Money, gone, lookin all old
Look at my poker face, I'll never fold
co*k, reload, sellout shows
Mouse rangs and all thangs , pull out ya gold
Don't tell me about it homie, pull out ya hoes
Hammer up like Stan Burrell on bail