Alligator Blood

Andre Nickatina
Caught up in the rhyme like a dopef iend, freaky heater back the fuck up if you
cut your broke dreams, i keep the 40 fo' shizzle nizzle pizzle wizzle kizzle
yea with yellow skittles you might see me in the streets man with my mizzle,
float like a condor, check me out when i soar run like a wild boar gods make
the rains pour Im in heels kitchen tiga you better listen money gon' be mad
eand freaks gon' keep on bitchin actin like a Georgetown press yea ask for
Nickatina you gettin Nickatina man motha fuck the rest devils and runnin rebels
take it to other levels talkin shit with a spliff behind the gas pedal
Alligator blood fangs the way we hustle yo its somthing like a drug mayn buckle
up and take a ride through this cats brain and youll see all the pain the
strain the game no love mayn
Nickatina
Im from tha projects so you know im a project that money and weed be the
susbject its like a rough neck man witha tough deck spittin game by the pound
like whats next i can think of better things but in my brain its like a
colluseam tiga full of mother fuckin raider games its like its critical
situation so critical it makes me play the smokey rob in a miracle dont touch
that we break out like we hells bats went from sellin like crack yea the raw
raps, penaliz everything is on the finer line hear the noise see the light then
its dramtize
Nickatina
You best control your BOSS theme or youll be bustin 44's in a lost dream sella
tommy tucker up high like a Rahim lyrics still on the grill you feel you still
you kill you nearly get teh devils eye mothafucka yea dont stare there or
picture yourself up in the wheelchair paralyzed can’t move from the war wounds
wild dogs get to barkin at the full moon trust me im a such a liar spittin for
my desire rap and bang the same just like a church quire in harmony i keep it
dope like a pharmacy pretty hoes that talk shit man dont bother me pardon me
like a car sometimes startin me its like a tune up then move up then you shoot
up with a hyeena laugh style awake like a white owl rasin more eyebrows just
witht he profile smash pumpkin get away its like i got away teachin de shore C
K and MJ on a daily basis smellin like a red rose Chuck Taylors is the flavor
for the street clothes
More bass, and it goes like this, more bass, and it goes like that, mre bass.
bass bass bass