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Nickatina
i can see my reflection in my sons
and when i see them i know the lord cried when died
im not a saint i spred my like a condor
i the boys to come get me like a matador
i richochet the bullets in a thugs car
im located at the bar the drugs are
i pack the house i the party all the gods no fat
we like
politican on the badge i raps
i comb my like god
then hit up the city bumpin tod
stroll up
we let the weed up
and the fold up
and not up
you know

you a cold duck im a p game runna
smooth as silk i spit milk and make
a cold rhyme pace mind state lovark
you keep hard but go so far
i dont even think they a pimps blood
they cut deals wit bitches up in the strip
i stake money and study and play day and
if ima be in the game ima play it right
we it up while thizzin backwoods
let the hoe it she got the game backwards
touchdown ima dance
any i arrive ima frisco mac
cant roll hash the gift got my bank fat
i leave the square she a castro fag
and mad im vivid wit this and hoe knockin
tru to the shit that i and wont stoppin

Nickatina
the street gamble you travel
and we can do it the pineapple
all the way down to the big
i back and forth like a link chain
my came to court sporting hema mink man
im not an honor roll student if wut you tellin me
do you try to leave your wit a felony
its a symphony
man when you me
the holy bay gang come and sprinkle me
i comb my hair god
and hit up the city bumpin tod
man is how we act
and boy we act
its like a snake and a mongoose react
and blow
i swim laps in the i lust
with no life gaurd watchin i splash and fuss
i throw my in the numba 2 pencil
it sounds like a bird the gangbanger wistle
it was all so
miss me with the
the cat fish hunter throw it right the middle
4 triple ricky keep runnin
'cause everybody when the rap starts gunnin, gunnin