All Star Chuck Taylors Lyrics - Andre Nickatina

One thing I despise is virgin suicide 

Shere Khan is something that the wind cries 

The way I collect is like a bomb threat 

meanin if you don't have my doe 

i'm a blow fa show 

You better have heat when you hang with this villian 

meaning that its cold when I'm chillin 

Catch the feelin' 

Slipped down on a banana peelin 

I seen them dead on the floor with the blood's skeated to the 

ceiling 

I was like yo how that happen? 

Chuck taylors down gotta keep on rapin 

The one bullet, the right place at the right time 

can turn a hell of a wave into a flat line 

my style don't pump no blood 

it pump weed and gasoline, Nicky Nickitine 

man ectasy can twist yo spleen 

tell that to the freaky them jeans, know what I mean 

It's kind of ironic, make a phone call for the chronic 

And let my tigers hold the gin and tonic 

man i curse so much in blasphemy 

but I do what the rap gods ask me 

Have heart, have hustle 

have heart if you dont have muscle bite the punk ear in the 

tuscle 

no love or passionate, blow weed in the face of the badest chick 

yet spin like a cd, I try not to get sleepy 

on the grind when it's creepy, street gods wanna teach me 

pocahantes makin money for me bustin in the tee pee 

My All Star Chuck Taylors, they lace like the mayor 

street ball court player 

rapinfied rhyme sayer 

you be like Nicky man no favor, real poppa 

I disappeare like Jimmy Hopper 

reappear on Easter 

pants in the heavy starch to increase her 

t shirts with the vestes feature 

miesha check it its the god of Khan 

Chuck Taylor down like the Ramidan 

catchin feeling, 

slip up and down like the banana peelin, 

you got a scheme homie what you dealin 

man the bathroom tinted 

with the blunt wrapped dope in it 

Its like Popeye with his spinach 

run around like you playing tennis 

and you still aint finished 

international keep the party crackin like its pistachios 

the freaks got it poppin like a fashion show 

make a move with me birdy baby, grab the dough, 

like a linebacker 

i got a gift like a blind jacker 

put a whole new six packer 

at south pole with the lock jaw 

in the kitchen with the rock raw 

you remind me of cocaine and do do stains, 

man its the shitty dope dealer 

dirty worm catapilla 

weed collide like the sun and the moon 

and I'm still trippin of that room with the blood on the ceiling 

catch ya feelin' 

my chuck taylors got me creepin 

and rap dealin 

come through and leave you stunned 

and in shock 

and leave my heart on the block like the lost glock 

in the bushes of wood man u did what you could 

with the little you got are you cold or hot 

put it down with the plot, and got knocked 

and went to jail naked in ya shoes and socks 

left it up to ya woman man to move ya rocks 

and the freak turned the spot into a hot box 

Chuck Taylors All Stars and hard stars 

make my way to the bar and there you are 

Catch ya fillin 

Hey sister give me some of them shoes