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andre nickatina - killin of the caine lyrics

(dre dog talking)
drop it
yeah! (yeah)
wasup?
this is uh… one of those cocaine style raps (you can say that again)
for the killas (the who?)
the real killas (right)
that uh… that popped dan
this yo boy dre dog!
check it out (drop that sh-t there boy)
(dre dog)
step into the mind of a visionary vocalist
focus this, picture this i’m 6 foot 6
ready for the battle like desert swarm
feel the welts on yo body from the extension cord
got you sweatin like a dancer
stress and gave you cancer
n-gg- you the wide receiver foo i’m deion sanders
prime time n-gg-s get turned like a channel
c-ke is this, f-ck a b-tch from detroit to seattle
indo got n-gg-s thinkin f-ckas wanna stop me
mothaf-ckas missin teeth boxin like hockey
rabbit, i’m not a kid but you can get the trix
you better have been sleepin cause i’m slammin big six
bam! get the smellin salts he’s unconscious!
tryin to go head up but juss cant stop this
treat me like a red but n-gg- don’t push me
cause once my vocals h-t the beat it’s good like p-ssy
killa!
n-gg-?
it’s the killin of the caine
motha-f-cka
(dre dog)
you live in a sh-ll like a snail
moby d-ck -ss n-gg-s get harpooned like a whale
not a killa (? doin n-gg-rail?)

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f-ckin with the pinnacle
wishin for a miracle
situation critical
lay it down, you betta expect the worst
all screamin like a pregnant woman about to get burst
in a taxi, now ask me, do you think i’m bluffin?
i bet i got you listenin to me juss like i’m e.f. huttin
or somethin, you f-ckas gonna all have to learn
favorite boxer tyson, second tommy hearns
hut hut hike!
i’m runnin from the whites (who’s that?)
cause 5-0 they only thing they see is my nights
but check this out imagine prison under the ground
escapers at 0 and you can’t hear a sound
f-ck you man scarface al pacino
i’m coo tryin to get some good p-ssy up in reno
a key! stolen from a druglord g!
that means n-gg-s gonna die for a fat fee
the lick went sour, a rat of the name
the dope got my life, the killin of the caine
(dre dog talking)
run for cover (right)
yeah (no)
n-gg- (n-gg-)
mothaf-cka (mothaf-cka)
it’s the killin of the caine
w-ssup? i got some catterpiller killers in the house (who you got in
this
mothaf-cka now?)
my n-gg- coughnut (thats right)
mike mike (mike mike)
my n-gg- p-ride (n-gg- p-ride)
my n-gg- (my n-gg-)
lo-lo
stop!
thought i forgot about you huh n-gg-?

- andre nickatina lyrics

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