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Am Fenster

Various Artists
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Lyrics

(Three in the mornin'... yeah) Brave like an Indian the Mohican of his last No money, weed or ass, baby, no backstage pass We rendez-vous, I'm flippin on my Kenneth Cole shoes And some bitches talk too much, I'm lettin' them bitches spread the news Like Channel 4 Why gangsta niggas' love to snort blow? (Chewy is the god) down here in the 'Moe Pina Colada The set done got hotter than a sauna We break 'em like a puzzle then we gather like piranha I keep my money by my nuts Dip through the cuts we don't front We at the front and we roll big blunts Layin' pagans down Just like a bearskin rug Goin' deep into the depths just like a Russian navy sub On course, rollin' with the front lights off... I can smell the gunpowder Bullets dipped in the sauce Some jokers floss Yeah, but boobs is the impression they've adapted My steel declare'll spark the flare The milton or the plastic Burning rubber Doin' doughnuts that the pigs just couldn't eat They brought the coffee and the cream but all they saw was tire streaks I'm on the streets I can feel my mother worry in her sleep It's 3 a.m I'm with Sun Kim and we smokin' to the beat It's Nickatina Meow meow meow meow Meow meow meow meow meow I be a suitor, a freeway drivin' bay bridge commutor My roll of decks in full effects has turned into a computer We got weed, but cheese out all the snitches We want the money and the women You can keep them scandalous bitches... for ya' self I make ya' put your mic up on the shelf, broke ass hoes they want new cothes Be axin' niggas for help, but I can't hear em' but I can hear a needle Drop on top a pillow When a clucker fiend here go a scheme, a piece of yellow skittle, a tin shot Follow me as I parade around the block, blowin' wind like a tornado Dischargin' like a Glock, steel plated, I usually get an X when I'm rated Them sucka' MC's, them wannabees, they talk when only faded Like the blunt that once was plump then burnt to ashes I guarantee my third degree is just like twenty lashes, on ya' face I'll one hundred percent represent my race while them bastards blast that rock n' roll My niggas crank the bass for tha' chameleon The F finger answer all ya questions, my pitbull alliance no doubt My only cure is protection stutter steppin My killer cross ain't false it's been perfected Baby I know you got nice clothes But I've come to see ya' naked Like it's your birthday, like a fiend would say When they broke and they on the rock Your combination has been invaded, your safe has been unlocked (It's Nickatina) (Baby, just pull your panties down) (All that other shit is um... irrelevant) Meow meow meow meow (Let me hear that) Meow meow meow meow meow Meow meow meow meow Meow meow meow meow meow (Three o'clock in the morning) (Three o'clock in the morning) (Three o'clock in the morning)