Equipto - 5th gear lyrics

[Hook: Andre Nickatina] Fast lane baby Ain't nothin' like it Some play it cool, some get excited Hit 5th gear and you might get indited Spend all your cash tryin' to fight it And how ya like it [Verse 1: Andre Nickatina] The Nickatina roll dice - shoot craps A brand new rap means a brand new gat Some rather sit around and snitch like rats Ain't no tellin' where I'm at on the map My Chuck Taylor's they stay laced divine Look in the eyes of a rap cat laced with rhyme And its a felony And its a drought is what they tellin' me In my mind yo that's a penalty Man baby so mean she wear the apple bottom jeans 90 percent cream bumpin' the 15 Night time god parlay, blucka blucka In the mix now ya co*ks**a I never leave it alone homes I love a big bank roll In your face freak with plain clothes Yea fly like a kite no cops in sight Racin' through the city runnin' every red light Drivin' like I hate my life God of Khan in my vein and my brain ain't no wife Night time god parlay, blucka blucka In the mix now ya co*ks**a You get flavour like a skittle when I rip a rhyme riddle Your face is in the pillow then I shoot it in the middle Yeah 26 words in the alphabet And I use all 26 to get this grip Cause you can see me on the highway, the plane, the plane mein Nickatina late for his flight again With hot weather, hot leather, and hot cheddar You bring the beats with the hot borettas My souls controlled by the late Billy Holiday Meaning that I'm strung out all the way Rainy alarm with the charm of a nickel as barm Then I sell you somethin' to shoot straight in your arm Then get a plate, some duct tape, somewhere to bake Some mayonnaise jars then give a little shake I hope you got somethin' 4 pound on your waist Because I drive like I don't have brakes Cause its the [Hook] [Verse 2: Equipto] Uh, you see I'm cold blooded Gary Petters gold glovin' Lovin' to play it cool but get heated like an oven I bogart in barge in with all fairness Ain't no turnin' back I burn a sack so careless Sly just like stone High all alone, glowin' Rap crews oblivious all outta they zone And I was told to treat em cold I blow, hear the beat and flow There's no need to tell a leader go This is a rush we outspoken in the pimps discussion Like N.W.A I'm always into somethin' And I'mma rep it like a athlete Out shine stampede Rollin' with motha f**as just doin' the damn thing Livin' life too fast to catch it But got it mastered down Now get mad and lash out Cla**ic genuine rappin' Watch the boy play Can't escape the game the range is point blank [Verse 3: Andre Nickatina] When it come to cash yea man some might divide it But when it come to me don't try it God of Khan Playboys ride toys on chrome Baby you drunk, you need to go home 15 crankin out thug rug bone, first of the month, and roll another blunt Tonight I got cranberry juice in my cup You starin' at a rap cat freak, what up Night time god parlay, blucka blucka In the mix now ya co*ks**a Put on your seat belt need help I'm about to go fast No pictures mothaf**a so don't even ask Forget about the past You better do the math Freaks tryin' to put they dirty hands on the cash More keys than a piano You like to travel Think all the fours that flows with the ammo Retreat to the shadows fire in the battle You might see me on your favourite news channel 2, 7 or maybe even 5 Money on my mind You see it in my eyes Talk so much sh** I don't never have to lie Unless it's to a judge But then I gotta grudge A game where there ain't no love Money, cars, strip bars, and the hardest d** Night time god parlay, blucka blucka In the mix now ya co*ks**a Night time god parlay