2 T-shirts N A Adidas Suit Lyrics - Bullets - Andre Nickatina

Make way for the nitty, gritty, bitty titty filler 

City after city time and crime rap dealer 

I don't play football, I'm not a playmaker 

My only way deep is to throw a haymaker 

School rule breaker 

Makin' teachers have a fit 

From the Goz show that's how I learn to spit 

Man, some All Star Chuck's and some coke to sack 

It don't matter what color as long it blue or black 

Cuz I'm reckless 

Cuban necklace 

Never in the game that become wet fish 

Two t-shirts an ah adidas suit 

Man, I ain't peepin' what what ya speakin' 

Homie gimme the loot 

Man, you filled wit' truth 

And I'm filled with lies 

When we rap all these muthfuckas' die despise 

Like the sparrow that narrow 

Nigga shootin' through an arrow 

You can see the klugg's if you look through the barrel 

Fools use chess like a VCR 

Worth as much as a CD-R 

Gotta put my hands in the cookie jar 

You got beef? 

Let my rap den rip ya car 

Disappear like a motherfuckin' desert mirage 

Smellin' so good like a red crosage 

That's the way I fuck em' down 

Climbs around by sound 

Like how them whistles whip through the ground 

Get the camera, the ramela, the scramela 

Two points the fuck with the camela, SIN 

Who cares what mood ya in? 

It'll sound like thunda if I lose again 

Yeah nickatina I dun told ya the virgin of fame 

Im like napoleon you beat like he come in the game 

Check's is ready to name 

Then I pop the brain 

Ain't a law in the world that can stop the case 

I wear Adidas 

Sometimes Fillas 

They're the two leadas' 

The boy king 

Hit yo bowl, sack, low jeans 

At 3am 

Yeah the freeway mine 

And you can tell by the ticket's I've left behind 

You wanna get reckless? 

Don't get checklist 

Cops motherfucker they respect this 

What's on the wishlist? 

Man, I can get this 

I freak with big lips 

And she love the tongue kiss 

And cold as a tundre 

Seven's the numba 

Split up the pie 

Or chop it like lumba 

Don't forget the thunda that I said 

And all praises to Bob Marley's mighty dreads 

We need to find someone to hunt down 

Think of the turn around 

The murder is murder round 

Tryin to burn em' down 

Reckless 

I all blessed it 

I hit the stage freak with such freshness 

Two t-shirts and ah adidas suit 

Im lookin' way too cute 

You bitches raise the roof 

You got bacardi in ya' body 

180 proof 

And I'm addicted to ya ass 

Like ya' name was truth 

I jump in the coop 

With a couple of bloods 

And bitch fuck ya party if the shit don't bump 

Because I'm major fast 

I need major cash 

And damn your sister got major ass 

Homie reckless 

They won't respect this 

I say the bitch is kinda like a necklace 

Two t-shirts and ah adidas suit 

I'm lookin' way too cute 

You bitches raise the roof