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Andre Nickatina

Andre L. Adams (born March 11, 1970), better known by his stage name Andre Nickatina, is an American rapper from San Francisco, California. He previously performed under the stage name Dre Dog. more »

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[Andre Nickatina] 
Man, I'ma run my mouth and get your corporate account 
Bring my benz out in the middle of a drought 
I blow lye like its "God Bless Buddha" 
It's sort of like the feelin' runnin' with a known shooter 
Baby I'ma spit it to the limit, run into the abyss 
You know its god number 7 on your top ten list 
Its kamikaze, look into the eyes of a pisces 
and Las Vegas talkin' shit is where you might find me 
Fillmo' down from the nose to the toes 
Get your cell phone you can picture every pose 
Picture all the clothes, picture all the hoes 
Picture the perfection when your money pile grows 
You gotta crocodile style, I sport gators 
They still might bite, so fresh with the flavor 
Got Khan? Fillmore's number one sign 
Steak, potatoes, garlic bread and some prawns! 

[Chorus: Messy Marv (Andre Nickatina)] 
(YEEEAAH) San Francisco baby 
Fillmo' niggas try'na bring back the 80's, YEEEAAH 
(Yeah money is the motto 
and run around town like its Grand Theft Auto, Chicka-kahnn) 
Wally on my hip, good weed in my mouth 
Gangsta niggas in the whip, YEEEAAH 
(Your not dealin with clowns 
When you try to kick hop, watch your body shut down) 

[Messy Marv] 
Yeah, nigga I'ma mothafuckin' fool 
Trees for breakfast, eat brunch by noon 
24 Davins, only showin the lip 
The rest of the women, same color as the whip 
Jump out and crack a nigga shit wide open 
Jump back in the nickle with the barrel still smokin 
Fillmore nigga, yeah bitch break bread 
I don't want no pussy, I don't want no head 
But you can get a sack of that purple stuff 
Some gin and a bag of that Hillary Duff 
I'ma pimp, trapped in a gangsta's body 
I'm on dope and gonna f*ck around and hurt somebody 
On tuesday and thursday the ghost pull up 
Then everybody runs, they'll f*ck you up 
I'ma shady ass nigga, man I ain't gon' lie 
I just wanna sell dope, smoke weed and get high, you BITCH 

[Chorus: Messy Marv (Andre Nickatina)] 
(YEEEAAH) San Francisco baby 
Fillmo' niggas try'na bring back the 80's, YEEEAAH 
(Yeah money is the motto 
and run around town like its Grand Theft Auto, Chicka-kahnn) 
Wally on my hip, good weed in my mouth 
Gangsta niggas in the whip, YEEEAAH 
(Your not dealin with clowns 
When you try to kick hop, watch your body shut down) 

[Andre Nickatina] 
You might mistake me for Doug E. Fresh, the way I sport ballies 
With my Slick Rick talk and my Slick Rick walk 
I wear rings like the planet called Saturn 
The money's movin' baby then your body is the pattern 
You know I hide out like it's witness protection 
Some people start to stare like a model car collection 
You know it's like: twenty G's in a Jordan briefcase 
My hood came up off the word "freebase" 
Man the soul of a grammy runs through my body structure 
My bottom ho cries, 'cause I never say I love her 
It's a cold word, thats why I p-p-p-party 
My lawyer is a sneaky motherfucker, very naughty 
With hot lies, I hit Popeye's for hot fries 
A real rap cat, talkin' 'til the sun rise 
What's your astrology, and your biography 
I talk a little bit to get you to follow me 
I'm like the quality, you like the quanity 
Fillmore born and ain't no apology 

[Messy Marv] 
San Francisco baby 
Fillmo' niggas try'na bring back the 80's, YEEEAAH 
Wally on my hip, good weed in my mouth 
Gangsta niggas in the whip, YEEEAAH

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