Andre Nickatina - Popeye's Certified lyrics

I'm Pina Colada dropped Impala Rubber band the big dollas Runnin things they will remain Rollin up the weed mayne Jumpin outta a Lexus Coupe M R G a kinda suit Excellently tailored up And don't forget the flavor, What? I'm super salty Pretty Tony at the barber shop Braggin how I'm blowin cop Listenin to Royal Rock Paper chasin Paper runnin Paper gunnin Paper getting Paper havin Paper catchin Don't forget that paper grab it I got it goin on Tell all them s**as go on home Back up in the Lexus Coupe Color man is two tone Bangin out the Nakamichi Get the yayo it's on to chi-chi Now we gotta deal with Frank a pig that don't fly straight I'm hot boilin water Cookin crack up at the Carter Man you think your freak is bad Man my freak is way harder I'm Popeye's certified a two piece meal and some small fries Man my hair is super laced I don't know about them bald guys They call me Ayatollah all up in your Motorola Whether it's a ring tone or a picture in your phone-a A lime in your Corona A glock on your corna I fire up in every club because I know the owner Dive just like a Navy Seal My homie got a burgundy Coup De Ville Girls be love takin Skittles But we know that's poppin pills I like to put it down like? Man boxin bettin on every round Man at the fight we be talkin loud I've been at this since Jaws was a goldfish I'm a go like everywhere Except maybe the electric chair Man you can smell my hair I'm fresh up out the shop I'm back in the Lex Coupe bumpin Royal Rock I'm like a new glock Man or a hoop shot So you can tell from the beginning that I'm trying to get you popped I like fo tres I do it four ways You might see me straight cursin out a meter maid Lookin like the Lion King Specially when I'm buying things Eatin on some onion rings Talkin sh** in Burger King I like to side talk all up on the sidewalk All up in the shoe store and everything is getting bought I roll in greenery overlookin scenery She ask me what I'm thinking about And, yo, I said "My j**elry" She said "that's cool to me" I read her like a eulogy She said my party's hella crackin I said "that's how it's supposed to be" I'm a Jaguar in a foreign car Knockin on the Pearly gates Hittin on the marijuana Money all Americana I do it Das Boot watching tapes of Ronnie Moot? Back up in the Lexus Coupe Floatin like a parachute It's my philosophy man of the entity It's like I'm Kenny Parker runnin round with B. D. P. Yo homie it's after eight We goin down to the Lions Gate That's the restaurant with the free Henn when you buy a steak I'm like an earthquake Shakin up the foundation Figured out the combination To your iphone application I got the recipe the menu is the rest of me My car does match my Jordan's and some say that was fresh of me I'm like The Loch Ness sittin up in a dropped 'Vette Hangin like a chain that you might see up on 'Pacs neck I'm like the last poem Tell them s**as go on home How much yo is that cologne I got it goin on I'm like a new glock holdin down an old block And even though it's crack rock they protect it like it's Fort Knox We eattin pork chops with a real m**m aura We hit Hawaii like it's Pearl Harbor Tora! Tora! I might say neyamora Or homie what's the score-a And you can ask for what you want but I got nothing for ya