2 T-Shirts N a Adidas Suit Lyrics

Make way for the nitty,
Gritty, bitty titty filler
City after city time and crime rap dealer
I don't play football,
I'm not a playmaker
My only way of defence is throw a haymaker
School rule breaker
Makin' teachers have a fit
From the Godz yo that's
How I learn to spit
Man, some All Star Chuck's
And some coke to sack
It don't matter what color as
Long it blue or black
Cause I'm reckless
Cuban necklace
Never in the game that become wet fish
Two t-shirts an ah adidas suit
Man, I ain't peepin'
What what ya speakin'
Homie gimme the loot
Man, you filled with' truth
And I'm filled with lies
When we rap all these
Muthfuckas' die despise
Like the sparrow that narrow
Nigga shootin' through an arrow
You can see the slugg's if you
Look through the barrel
Fools use chess like a VCR
Worth as much as a CD-R
Gotta put my hands in the cookie jar
You got beef?
Let my rap den rip ya car
Disappear like a
Motherfuckin' desert
Mirage
Spun so good like a red crosage
That's the way I fuck em' down
Climbs around by sound
Like how them whistles whip
Through the crowd
Get the camera, the ramela, the scramela
Two points the fuck with the camela, SIN
Who cares what mood ya in?
It'll sound like thunda if I lose again

Yeah nickatina I dun told ya
The virgin of fame
I'm like napoleon you beat like
He come in the game
Check's is ready to name
Then I pop the brainAndre Nickatina - 2 T-Shirts N a Adidas Suit - http://motolyrics.com/andre-nickatina/2-t-shirts-n-a-adidas-suit-lyrics.html
Ain't a law in the world
That can stop the case
I wear Adidas
Sometimes Fillas
They're the two leadas'
The boy king
Hit yo bowl, sack, low jeans
At 3am
Yeah the freeway mine
And you can tell by the
Ticket's I've left behind
You wanna get reckless?
Don't get checklist
Cock suckin motherfucker they respect this
What's on the wishlist?
Man, I can get this
I freak with big lips
And she love the tongue kiss
And cold as a tundre
Seven's the numba
Split up the pie
Or chop it like lumba
Don't forget the thunda that I said
And all praises to Bob
Marley's mighty dreads
We need to find someone to hunt down
Think of the turn around
The murder is murder round
Tryin to burn em' down
Reckless
I all blessed it
I hit the stage freak with such freshness
Two t-shirts and ah adidas suit
I'm lookin' way too cute
You bitches raise the roof
You got bacardi in ya' body
180 proof
And I'm addicted to ya ass
Like ya' name was truth
I jump in the coop
With a couple of bloods
And bitch fuck ya party if
The shit don't bump
Because I'm major fast
I need major cash
And damn your sister got major ass
Homie reckless
They won't respect this
I say the bitch is kinda like a necklace
Two t-shirts and ah adidas suit
I'm lookin' way too cute
You bitches raise the roof