Andre Nickatina - Comb My Hair Like lyrics

[Andre Nickatina:] I can see my reflection in my sons eyes And when I see him I know the Lord cried when Jesus died I'm not a sane, I spread my wings like a Condor I tell the bulls to come and get me like a Matedor I rip the shade like the bullets in a thugs car I'm located at the bar where the d** are I pack the house, I pack the party, all the God's know that We like Democrats, politican on a batch I spit raps, I comb my hair like God Then hit other cities bumpin Playboy Todd It's 'Sco love, we let the weed blow up Make the money fold up, and not slow up, you know what [Equipto:] [?] up, I'm a Don P game runner Smooth as silk, I spit milk and make bu*ter A cold heart, ryhme pays, mind state go-gart You keep hustlin hard but go so far I don't think they ever really heard of "Pimp's Blood" They cuttin deals with b**hes up in the strip club That's fake money, I study and play day and night If I'ma be in the game then I'ma play it right We chops it up off Thizz and Backwoods Let the ho choose you got the game backwards Touchdown I'ma endzone dance Any town I arrive I'm a Frisco mack Kangol hat, "The Gift", got my bankroll fat I leave the square be, she a Castro f*g And mad because I'm divid with this and ho knockin True to the sh** that I spit and won't stop it [Andre Nickatina:] The street gamble make you travel And we can do it from the Pine Apple all the way down to the Big Apple I swing back and forth like a link chain My homie came to court sportin Hema Mink mayne I'm not a honor roll student is what you tellin me Dare you to try to leave your country with a felony It's like a symphony, man when you witness me That Holy Water Bay game kinda sprinkle me I comb my hair like God Then hit other cities bumpin Playboy Todd Man this is how we act, man but we don't act It's like when a snake and a mongoose react And blow back, I swim laps in the river of lust With, no lifeguard watchin when I splash and fuss I put my soul in a number 2 pencil Its sound like a bird with a g**ner whistle It was all so simple, miss me with the riddles A cat fish hunter throw it right down the middle Crack it for a triple, Ricky keep runnin Cause everybody knows when the raps start gunnin-gunnin [Equipto:] Like channel 2 serve news on the day she choose EQ don't really hook up on no rendevous Or any rain checks blaje runnin the same sh** Life is what you make it, and what the game give I'm the true and livin, like a newer image I'm tryin to ball without movin my pivet I got a way with it, icey stay fitted Hyphy Bay livin, I be laced in the monople fast track Tell 'em where the stash cash Baby is a car date, far from a lap dance Still I'm a rap cat and I could tell you this "I respect a ho way more than a b**h", b**h