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andre nickatina - sf bay lyrics

[intro]
let me get a lighter

[verse 1]
i bathe in the water of the wrath
i like to count the money b+tch, i like to do the math
you sneaky like a left jab, overhand right
i’m friday night fights and the mythic bright lights
i gotta suit fashion; i like to dress in a high fashion
broke hoes with good jokes keep me laughin
i talk sh+t behind the tint of my benz
as my driver goes 90 over that bay bridge
it’s like smokin weed all up in heaven
my god is a 7 yo, and i’m a 3+11…that’s 14
i sport jordans when i wear jeans
i’m in the hills of tahoe throwing on my high beams
i like to wear rings, a couplе pretty things
i sport leather on a b+tch if thе city rains
we do drugs on a polar bear rug
if ya man is a pimp, don’t expect no love
it’s all upgrade; a new shade block the sunrays
tupac on every sunday
tupac on every sunday
[interlude]
(incoherent conversation)

[verse 2]
i unwrap the plastic off the swisher
grab your telephone b+tch, 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 pookie that love when i take a loss
i got a prohibition mindstate about the crime rate
no love, b+tch 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 b+tches might be fine, but them hoes be getting jealous
it’s high fashion, car crashin, suit matchin
talkin sh+t on the freeway laughin
i got a sweet tooth, i like candy paint
i talk sh+t to a b+tch till the hoe faint
i got a sweet tooth, i like candy paint
i talk sh+t to a b+tch till the hoe faint

[interlude]
(incoherent conversation)
[verse 3]
this the new testament
you get the tour and the estimate
rhyme crime up in your residence
your camera lens is not a friend, it’s just a fan
so i talk a lot of sh+t behind the tint of my benz on i+80
8+80, 9+80, 5+80, 2+80
aw baby
all aboard like a train
my young homie says he’s like a old man cause he gotta push caine
like a don…cause it’s on…and never run
my soul will never die, it’s like the holy quran
and on a scale, it’s like bail…and k!lla whales
get at me early baby; somethin like a clearance sale
i open up, i let you know…about the cost
i eat a porkchop with a deep money thought
i open up, i let you know…about the cost
i eat a porkchop with a deep money thought
like a dead poet, and you know it cause you show it
i’m drivin down the san jose, and i like to flow it
like a dead poet, and you know it cause you show it
i’m drivin down the san jose, yeah and i like to flow it

[instrumental]

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