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andre nickatina - shere khan lyrics

goody gum drops

one thing i despise is the virgin suicides
shere khan is something that the wind cries
the way i collect is like a bomb threat
meaning if you don’t have my dough
“imma blo fo sho”
you better have heat when you hang with this villain
meaning that it’s cold when i’m chilling
catch a feeling
slipped in on a banana peeling
i seen them dead on the floor
but the blood skated to the ceiling
i was like, “yo, how’d that happen?”
chuck taylor’s down gotta keep on rappen
the one bullet the right place at the right time
he turned a h-ll of a wave into a flat line
my style don’t pump no blood
it pump weed and gasoline
nikki nickotine
man, xtc will twist your spleen
tell that to them freaks in them jeans “know what i mean?”
it’s kinda ironic make a phone call for the chronic
and let my tiger’s hold the gin & tonic
man, i curse so much it’s blasphemy
but i do what the rap guys ask of me
half heart, half hustle, half heart
if you don’t have hustle buy the punk here in the tussle <--?? no love, un-p-ssionate, blow weed in the face of the baddest chick yea, spin like a cd. i try not to get sleepy on the grind when it’s creepy street guys wanna teach me pocahontas making money before were busting in the tepee my all star chuck taylor’s stay laced like the mayor street ball court player rectified rhyme sayer you’d be like mickey man no fayer <--?? real papa i disappear like jimmy hoffa reappear on east up pants in a heavy starch crease <--? t-shirt with the vested feature miesha check it it’s the god of khan chuck taylor’s down like the ramadan catch a feeling slipped in on a banana peel ‘n you gotta scheme homie? what you dealing? man, the bad lieutenant put the blunt rap doped in it <-? it’s like popeye with his spinach running around like your playing tennis. and you still ain’t finished. international, keep the party cracking like pistachios the freaks got it poppin like a fashion show make a move with me birdie. baby, grab the dough. like a line-backer i’ve got a gift like a blind jacker put a hole in your six packer the south paw with the lock jaw in the kitchen with the rock raw you remind me of cocaine and doo-doo stains man, it’s the sh-tty dope dealer dirty worm, caterpillar we collide like the sun and the moon and i’m still trippin off that room with the blood on the ceiling catch a feeling my chuck taylor’s got me creepin and rap dealin come through and leave you stunned and then shocked leave my heart on your block like a lost glock in the bushes of woods man, you do what you could with the little you got are you cold or hot? put it down with the plot and got knocked went to jail naked in your shoes and socks left it up to your woman, man, to move your rocks and the freak turned the spot into a hot box chuck taylor’s all star’s and her stars made my way to the bar and there you are catch a feeling (hey sister, give me some of that cheese)

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