Bonus Track Lyrics - Andre Nickatina

i smoke cannibus 

check this out you better work it trick 

filmoe for life with a grain of salt 

a tiga like me hate to take a loss 

finikey and helifikle know it aint simple 

hit you with cocaine and hot nickels 

sell the shit, make the profit 

reload your thoughts, then recop it 

come to your house like cody jared 

i dont think these niggas can bear it 

like a parrot, you want the cracka 

blow a hole right through your back-ah 

squeeze untill its an empty clip 

my ladies said lets pimp the bitch 

get my keys up off the shelf 

start the car, did not click the belt 

strike like an ambush, set up the moustrap 

hopefully them fuckers wont come back 

cause you'll never get your gun back 

and you'll be dodgin bullets by the mornin sun crack 

4 a.m im smoken weed 

listenin to evelyn champagne king 

watchen ali dance across the ring 

gigglen, motherfucka' countin cream 

serve em just like the tennis ball 

all you had to do was call 

dis is how ima do em all 

and my life will be called the rise then fall 

of the sun, of the moon 

of the stars, fancy cars 

maybe you need to get a bath and tar 

and ask them feathers and fly off far 

but i know birds' dont catch no worms 

and all drug dealers just want they turn 

top of the world is where they earn 

bottom of the world is where they burn 

watch me bust it off 

and do this shit at any cost 

no reports of no motherfucken' big ass boss 

or roll around town with a floozy toss 

bitch im automatic 

dont trust lawyers or mechanics 

or punk hoes that be starten static 

get the yams ill get the cabbage 

get the yacht ill rock the boat 

like nino used to rock the coke 

now im bout to go for broke 

weed to smoke, vee to loke 

KAHN