Andre Nickatina San Francisco Bay Official Music Video

Andre Nickatina

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I bathe in the water of the wrath I like to count the money, bitch, I like to do the math You sneaky like a left jab, overhand right I'm Friday Night Fights in the Memphis bright lights I got a suit passion, I like to dress in the high fashion Broke hoes with good jokes keep me laughin' I talk shit behind the tint in my Benz As my driver goes 90 over that Bay Bridge It's like smoking weed all up in Heaven My God is a 7, yo, and I'm a 3-11, that's fourteen I sport Jordans when I wear jeans I'm in the hills of Tahoe throwin' on my high beams I like to wear rings, a couple pretty things I sport leather on a bitch if the city rains We do drugs on a polar bear rug If your man is a pimp, don't expect no love It's all upgrade, my new shades block the sun rays 2Pac on every Sunday It's all upgrade, my new shades block the sun rays 2Pac on every Sunday I unwrap the plastic off the Swisher Grab your telephone, bitch, you can take a picture Pour it like it's liquor, but move a little quicker We live by the gun, so we die by the trigger That's word life, man, have you ever seen a fiend's pipe? It's as dark as 12 AM even in the sunlight I lose my train of thought until you say the cost I got a bookie that love when I take a loss I got a prohibition mind state about the crime rate No love, bitch, on a blind date You get a repo reaction from the people Down here, we bump C-Bo We sport Filas and Adidas and Perry Ellis Them bitches might be fine, but them hoes be getting jealous It's high fashion, car crashin', suit matchin' Talkin' shit on the freeway, laughin' I got a sweet tooth, I like candy paint I talk shit to a bitch to the whole thing I got a sweet tooth, I like candy paint I talk shit to a bitch to the whole thing It's the New Testament, you get the tour and the estimate Rhyme crime up in your residence The camera lens is not a friend, it's just a fin So I talk a lot of shit behind the tint in my Benz On I-80, 880, 980, 580, 280, aw, baby All aboard like a train My young homie said he's like an old man 'cause he gotta push 'caine Like a don 'cause it's on, it never run My soul'll never die, it's like the Holy Quran And on a scale, it's like bale and killer whales Get at me early, baby, something like a clearance sale I open up, I'll let you know about the cost I eat a pork chop with a deep money thought I open up, I'll let you know about the cost I eat a pork chop with a deep money thought Like a dead poet, and you know it 'cause you show it I'm drivin' down to San Jose and I like to flow it Like a dead poet, and you know it 'cause you show it I'm drivin' down to San Jose and I like to flow it