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Dre Dog & Equipto - 4AM - BAY BRIDGE MUSIC lyrics
[Andre Nickatina]
 I'm like a lighting bolt that canipolt from cloud to cloud
 When you hit the library my styles in the rap files
 I like to shake dice, somethin like a cee-lo champ
 I used to smoke weed, man all up in the nike camp
 I crack crab-Hans Solo wit alley ohdles
 Then watch the waitress get nervous to try & ask me for a photo
 I'm something very bolo
 I stand there like a cholo
 I'm knockin like it's polo
 And thats a little cocoa
 [Equipto]
 I'm out to stack funds and watch the scratch comin'-
 easy, relapse, leave ya back sprung
 brain testaments like I'm the last one
 homies love me, fuckin around and catch somethin
 I'm off dat real kush, thats grown in cali
 we push, like a true boss roll in caddies
 Chips like granny, goose to get flabby
 eatin' good, it's all in a plan to stay happy
 [Andre Nickatina]
 I get lost in the weed like a ghost without a blessed vision
 but still I find my way to do a little caddy dippin
 I'm fine-tuned and groomed juss like a maniquien
 embody all of it, and treated like a maniquen
 I get a pad and pen, but it don't matta den
 freak I'm a real rap cat, hoe I'm not a trend
 I keep the temperature cold up in the hot rental
 I thought superman was steel until he got crippled
 I'm not ya Doc Giggles, or ya Willie Wiggles
 I crossova,dribble,penetratin to the middle
 I spin a betta whip, milky like a silky spread
 Man do it like a baker get another break of bread
 [Equipto]
 My rhymes will penetrate and seep thru ya metal
 Takeova, ima strait e.q. the levels
 bass and all the treble, ya get all hyphy
 but it look like somebody stepped on ya nikesDre Dog & Equipto - 4AM - BAY BRIDGE MUSIC - http://motolyrics.com/dre-dog-and-equipto/4am-bay-bridge-music-lyrics.html
 rollin wit the pisces homie king nicky
 da freaks brought the purple and we brought the phillies
 yet, dis ain't play pimpin' money i'ma stay gettin'
 and network through chirps to get bay-bridgin
 shit, I really live it, leavin' ya frank fridgit
 don't worry bout ya digits, or any the punk critics
 it's all blowa, thinkin like 'so what'
 right now bought them automatics like a robot
 blow top, la coste the perfect cuff
 fall out, about the mall juss purchased stuff
 we work the cuts tough every track and whatnot
 catch 'em being lazy sittin' at bus stops
 Stop in the name of the game
 It'll come back around if you go agains the grain
 so don't complain
 Kill talk bout half the ration
 I'm full time wit mine and traffic mashin
 [Andre Nickatina]
 P-P-P-Potty, C-C-C-Con
 Man walkin thru the Crown Plaza wit my Bally's on
 I like the conversation baby you can carry on
 I like dat car right there, yea the cherry one
 Man ask Luke Skywalker if the force failed
 I got a little woozy when I heard the court bail
 Do it on a latter-way, like a CD a portiae
 When its all over kid put me in the pyramid
 Juss like the pharoe's did
 Or little Darrel did
 You know the streetz is like life between the barrel kid
 You know I rush like a bull at a bull fighter
 You wanna hang mane you gotta pulla all nighter
 I like Vo-Tires
 And Wit the right Wires
 I smoke too much weed is what the god tellin' me
 I'm like a felony mixed witta jukebox
 Den break down the weed, homie let the flute knock
 They bump 2Pac, they hold 2 Glocks
 And like I said first, man they bump 2Pac
 Da juice neva stops, it's like a soda pop
 Da best drama always comes from the coke block








