Mac Dre - Andre-n-Andre lyrics

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Mac Dre - Andre-n-Andre lyrics

[Verse 1: Mac Dre] Backwoods got me congested ain't rested in two days I'm gettin' paid, been on n***as head like toupées I'm a thug, cuz, rob the blood out you gays Cutthoat n***a, b**h, I scam 'em for days On school days, I blew bays, got ripped and f**ed up In new J's on two-ways I scritched and scratched up I beat that batch up when I found out she lyin' Who she think I am, "Saving Private Ryan"? [Verse 2: Andre Nickatina] I make ya town move just by walking on ya block Take the keys to ya city but I still pick the lock Buy a car and a Glock, put the cash in my socks Put the beat in the trunk so ya hear the sh** knock To hell with the law, the freeway's mines So is your freak, radios and Alpines Coke with a little bit of cherry lemon lime Ya think of me ya think of big money every time Candy coat shine like the trigger of a nine Orca was a whale but Pisces is the sign [Verse 3: Mac Dre] I got split personalities, I'm bipolar You might see me with my Italian stallion or my chola Rap rock and rolla, I'm dope as yola If you don't pimp her, I might like Dola I'm riding in a big boat like Noah With two women of each races, boy, I control her A hoe, a hoe stable, I'm a mack and I'm ready No dough, hoe? Debit—that's right I said it [Verse 4: Andre Nickatina] I grip my dollar bills like my Caddy steering wheel I'm not a chill pill freak, do what you will Heart ticking like a time bomb eating spicy prawns Man, it's the god of Khan, check it baby, right or wrong Man, look but don't stare, it's the crime rhyme king With braids like a juvenile Khan, nahmean? Went Bruce Springsteen in my Anchor Blue jeans Oh yeah, I'm in ya city, man, what's up with the weed? Man, call all the Gs, and tell 'em all freeze Andre Nickatina sayin' 'n***a, what you need?' Hit the corner so narrow in a fly blue Camaro A sparrow dodge a arrow but not a double barrel [Verse 5: Mac Dre] We in a 7 Series Beamer, it's me and Nickatina Ready to s**ual hara** a b**h like Martin did Gina Committin' felonies and hella misdemeanors A dog in the yard where the gra** is hella greener Rap singer, a pimp done slapped Tina I mack Nina from Black to Latina Clean as Noxzema, quick to pop the nina Got the money from the broad as soon as I seen her Wilhelmina, Tina and Trina, got dick by the bay on the Berkeley Marina Don't mean to point the finger but uh She got pancake, syrup and bu*ter [Verse 6: Andre Nickatina] Man, the way I smoke weed it's like d**h of a genius Reappear, roll up, rise like the phoenix This is not a remix, Nino, Felix Put it in a capsule, seal it, deal it How you want it, Nicky baby? Four times five A quarter ounce of weed and some cherry pie thighs Excuse me if I'm greedy 'cause I'm caught up in the lust I'd lie if you want but I'm a tiger you can trust 'Cause I'm on Fillmore in a white velour suit In a blue Kangol, in my Wu-Tang boots With a back like a cobra, cursed by the mail My manicured nails touch a triple-beam scale Baby is a athlete, body like a star Ya talking real bad, freak, meet me by the car