Bakin' Soda In Minnesota Lyrics - Singles - Andre Nickatina

52 carat blue diamond 

Rhymin', interior designin', grindin' 

You can shake cheddar like me on the mic 

Hit your point, hold your money when you're rollin' the dice, baby 

Uhh.. either you go crash-and-burn 

Or wake up in the morning with cash to earn, tiga 

Check it homie get good with me 

If just i can find your hood again 

Who is that in the car? yo couldn't be 

All the way out here, yeah Nicki t 

Russian, get the weed sparked 

Get the party started 

And watch yo back fo the shark 

Nigga cold-hearted 

We got bakin soda 

All the way down in minnesota 

We got bakin soda 

Down in minnesota 

I got a fetish for Adidas, boss 

But I betcha don't know what my Fila's cost, do ya 

On chew, like dem baby pit bulls 

And ain't no way you can touch my....cool 

The 12th floor at the Marriot 

You know, me and my tigaz chill there a lot 

Fetti 

I sit alone when the mic's on 

With Tyson every time that the fight's on, kill 'em 

I remember rhymes used to ride with nets 

Flight at the midnight high with jets 

You know Al Capone stretched tryi' to save the sets 

And I'm teflon down, t shirts and gats 

Rhymes you can taste, Rhymes, Rhymes galore 

Rhymes you can buy at the candy store 

You know who I am, I'm like credit card scam 

Hot like soulfood, greens and yams 

Extra-curricula, netting that riddicula 

Hit the cloud like the bear or the fiddila 

Shouldn've lied, I coulda been a good friend to ya 

Now i got to get rid of ya 

We got bakin soda 

All the way down in minnesota 

We got bakin soda 

Down in minnesota 

I told my mom somethin' that made her cry 

Looked her in the eye and said rappers don't die 

We not gonna have an' tour, but we gon get by 

So most of us gonna be in hell high, kickin' 

Now put the rhyme on a triple beam 

Now rock it up, and chop it up, 

And try to grind into triple cream 

Don't get caught with the same scheme 

Meaning don't get caught with the same thing, King 

It's like you got to be bald 

'cause hoes and niggaz wanna see you go far 

I think they mad when I ticks them off 

But I'm a hyena so i got to laugh and break some off 

The hot wax that's real fatal 

Sup'd up to perfection like a weapon on a turntable 

They say Gretta's got a new baretta 

And he'll be aiming his gat like a crooked letter, foreva 

I hit the night like stormy weather 

And if you brag about your freak, i'mma say mine's way better 

I rotate like the hands of a clock 

And find ways to make my rap beat all on your block 

You better knock on the door tiga 

And lay them all on the floor tiga 

'cause i think they want more tiga 

I blow em out like a flat tire 

And hit the weed for Richard Pryor 

Then call em all straight liars 

The corks in me like the tail of a fox 

So get the grease hot, nigga 

Or your tigaz'll be caught