Box Of Lucky Charms Lyrics - Andre Nickatina

(A. Nickatina) 

My morning starts off with the chicken and the waffles 

Baby say she never touched the hand of a capo 

Shoot at the reflection in the mirror of life 

If you hit your target then they say you live twice 

In a box of lucky charms man keep a few Gs 

And never talk about the tricks kept up your sleeve 

Help you? please, I'm all about greed 

Make the crowd freeze, get the cheese then leave 

(Queezy) 

Young Queez strike a pose like a statue 

Brand new clothes, too close as I'm at you 

Bad news bear, all you squares too late now 

The Godfather said it best pay style 

Not a little bit, not even fifty cent 

We don't trip one dime in the city, pimp 

West coast, the blade on the esco 

And I leave her automatic at my next show 

(A. Nickatina) 

Pinky ring shinin like a baseball diamond 

I was right there when that gangsta started cryin 

Twisted and wired, gun-mouth 4 hire 

The game that we it accept all liars 

Fears and desires, no court room choirs 

Forget about "I quit" no more retires 

It's who can maintain as they ride on the flames 

With gasoline, cop a new beam 

Get that super bad dime on the team 

And don't lose focus of the ultimate scheme 

See? 

(Queez) 

We a fool, throw your main beez in the pool 

No rules imma have to take her back to school 

Those dirty mags imma clown like Bernie Mac 

Hit his hoe cause she heard me rap 

I got no time for your little small talk 

All ya'll know Quipto play hardball 

On off all off, everything come in time 

Til then just roll up and bust my rhyme 

(A. Nickatina) 

Hey, hey, hey 

My homies like clothes from Louis Vuitton 

Now let the freaks in the house know the game is on 

Jamal Wilkes, man imma pop that J 

He'll call me silk til my dying day 

The gods got angels with guns in hands 

Man bullets that'll rip through a 

Man the sharks in the water for your daughter 

And as you swim farther bitch the sharks getting larger 

Cold money spender and not a money lender 

Man let a quarter ounce break down in a blender 

Man it's Quipto yo and A. Nickatina 

It's like Joe and Darryl in shell toe adidas 

I'm swimming in the river of the phoenix 

Holla at me now hoe forget about the remix 

Because I'm reloaded, and all the hoes know it 

It might be candy painted man but it's never candy coated 

Man it's like a semi when I gotta tell you gimme 

Reputation searchin like the henny and the remmy 

See that car? Imma cop that, God! 

Police ain't around? Gonna spark that, God! 

Take this valium and cry about the pain 

Or throw them dice and roll with the game 

(Queez) 

Roll with the game, my homie said feel my pain 

Some say that he might rise again 

Put your flame to the sky, and strike ya lighters 

For Mac Dre just one moment of silence... 

Yeah burn your backwood 

Thizz dance, wipe your sweat off with a wrist band 

Gon' just kick back, keep your lip latched 

Me wit your broke hoe, that's the mismatch 

Not even if I'm blind and I see pitch black 

Please belive imma have it down on this track 

One way or another I gotta get your record til they respect my get back 

Yeah get the boot like Sicily, you fools too cool's how I hit the weed 

Make sure The Sco go down in history 

For the Cougnuts, Hitman and Mr. Cee 

Let's blow