Equipto - 4am - bay bridge music lyrics

[Andre Nickatina] I'm like a lighting bolt that canipolt from cloud to cloud When you hit the library my styles in the rap files I like to shake dice, somethin like a cee-lo champ I used to smoke weed, man all up in the nike camp I crack crab-Hans Solo wit alley ohdles Then watch the waitress get nervous to try & ask me for a photo I'm something very bolo I stand there like a cholo I'm knockin like it's polo And thats a little cocoa [Equipto] I'm out to stack funds and watch the scratch comin'- Easy, relapse, leave ya back sprung Brain testaments like I'm the last one Homies love me, f**in around and catch somethin I'm off dat real kush, thats grown in cali We push, like a true boss roll in caddies Chips like granny, goose to get flabby Eatin' good, it's all in a plan to stay happy [Andre Nickatina] I get lost in the weed like a ghost without a blessed vision But still I find my way to do a little caddy dippin I'm fine-tuned and groomed juss like a maniquien Embody all of it, and treated like a maniquen I get a pad and pen, but it don't matta den Freak I'm a real rap cat, hoe I'm not a trend I keep the temperature cold up in the hot rental I thought superman was steel until he got crippled I'm not ya Doc Giggles, or ya Willie Wiggles I crossova,dribble,penetratin to the middle I spin a betta whip, milky like a silky spread Man do it like a baker get another break of bread [Equipto] My rhymes will penetrate and seep thru ya metal Takeova, ima strait e.q. the levels Ba** and all the treble, ya get all hyphy But it look like somebody stepped on ya nikes Rollin wit the pisces homie king nicky Da freaks brought the purple and we brought the phillies Yet, dis ain't play pimpin' money i'ma stay gettin' And network through chirps to get bay-bridgin sh**, I really live it, leavin' ya frank fridgit Don't worry bout ya digits, or any the punk critics It's all blowa, thinkin like 'so what' Right now bought them automatics like a robot Blow top, la coste the perfect cuff Fall out, about the mall juss purchased stuff We work the cuts tough every track and whatnot Catch 'em being lazy sittin' at bus stops Stop in the name of the game It'll come back around if you go agains the grain So don't complain k** talk bout half the ration I'm full time wit mine and traffic mashin [Andre Nickatina] P-P-P-Potty, C-C-C-Con Man walkin thru the Crown Plaza wit my Bally's on I like the conversation baby you can carry on I like dat car right there, yea the cherry one Man ask Luke Skywalker if the force failed I got a little woozy when I heard the court bail Do it on a latter-way, like a CD a portiae When its all over kid put me in the pyramid Juss like the pharoe's did Or little Darrel did You know the streetz is like life between the barrel kid You know I rush like a bull at a bull fighter You wanna hang mane you gotta pulla all nighter I like Vo-Tires And Wit the right Wires I smoke too much weed is what the god tellin' me I'm like a felony mixed witta jukebox Den break down the weed, homie let the flute knock They bump 2Pac, they hold 2 Glocks And like I said first, man they bump 2Pac Da juice neva stops, it's like a soda pop Da best drama always comes from the coke block