Andre Nickatina - Gingerbread Man lyrics

"J'aibe soin d'un crayon..." You better make it And lace it And hope the pigs don't take And keep your mission basic No time to come and fake it Spin like a CD You know it's Nicky T Come to your party With no apology All at your function This ain't no usual luncheon I see what I like and then I jump in Float like a Cadillac Girl can ya handle that? Hittin' on cognac Now you don't know how to act I'm your favourite Motorola Your new Coca-Cola At least until you get tired of my new poster It's about the money, and bread and never fantasy A situation might change your whole anatomy Who hit the jackpot? Hot as a crack spot Took out the cash box And left with the flash(?) doc(?) sh**, you know J'aibe soin d'un crayon The Gingerbread Man J'aibe soin d'un crayon My young tiga Don Juan He looked right in front of a khan (?) Said that it was real sweet Sumthin' I would keep I live like a Gipsy Rap till I'm empty Fly like a Frisbee But hung like a Grizzly You know, I blow And there, I go All on the freeway Me and my queen mayne I eats Gumbo The jumbo Shrimp combo And when I clown, hoe I smile like a criminal I can be like Ecstasy Show you a whole new recipe Don't even know why you step to me Sayin' you ain't impressed with me I ain't trippin' darlin' I hear my homies callin' And when there's money involved Man they despise stallin' Hook it up and then cook it up Man shook it up and then look it up And rock it up and then chop it up Man flock it up and then cop it up I hit the underground trains(?) and thangs Stood there rappin' till the rain done came Till' the game done changed Man I'ma get it mayne And don't forget it mayne... sh**, So greedy Don't think that I can split it mayne The Gingerbread Man Catch me if you can You back there... "J'aibe soin d'un crayon" Bartender, bartender... "J'aibe soin d'un crayon" Waitress, waitress... "J'aibe soin d'un crayon" You think I'm playin' baby? ... "J'aibe soin d'un crayon" sh**, sh**... "J'aibe soin d'un crayon..."