Break Bread Lyrics - Andre Nickatina

[Verse 1: Andre Nickatina] 

Live fast, drive slow 

I''m looking' like 'Pac in the Benz when he was hanging' out the window 

Right now, I''ve got my Jesus piece on 

And all my rings, you can see I'm about the game 

Holler back, baby, like an echo 

But you gotta know your colors 

Get green, roll purple 

My tires just did a full circle in your neighborhood 

And like gumbo, the flavor's good 

I roam like an alley cat - Grade-A, Supercat 

Bumping' Shabba Ranks on a full tank 

My religion, baby, is big bank 

Holler when you see me spending' money, go "amen" 

Snow bunnies love them a suntan 

That's why I wear my hat low and my shades, man 

I don''t waste time or liquor 

You can see it on my face, I don''t chase, it''s a race 

[Hook: Andre Nickatina] 

Break bread 

I don''t know what they say where you stay 

But where I stay, everybody say "pay" 

So you''d better (break bread) 

Baby it''s a (go-go) when it comes to (cocoa) 

Get down and do what you said (break bread) 

Just like a leprechaun, lookin'g for a jackpot 

Or a hot crack spot, baby (break bread) 

Baby it's a (go-go) when it comes to (cocoa) 

Get down and do what you said (break bread) 

[Verse 2: Andre Nickatina] 

Man, this is money motivated, demonstrate it to the latest 

I do it like an addict up in Vegas 

And you can see me talking' like a wizard through my cellular phone 

Living' life like a felony, weed and cologne, like... 

Pacific heights, crushed ice 

I do it like a haggler, baby, yeah, on a Sugar Ray Leonard night 

Posted up just like a poster 

If you're melting' like butter, baby, I'mma have to toast ya 

My stairway is straight Led Zeppelin 

And my Air Force Ones so new and so fresh, and 

Play you like a PS3 

And that's Crown Royal, freak, don't try to BS me 

But I never knew what she said 

All up in her head with the phrase that pays, and it says: 

[Hook: Andre Nickatina] 

[Verse 3: Richie Rich] 

Twenty fifties, a hundred tens 

Two white bitches in a Batman Benz 

Straight mobbing', one named Robyn 

Can't see her head 'cause the bitch probably bobbin' 

Slurp somethin'g - twerk somethin'g 

Bitch, you getting' money? Maybe we could work somethin'g 

I been had a million 

I don't need nothing' but a bitch that love Vogues 

And these all-gold Daytons 

Ask Dre Dog - ask Nicky 

You ain''t getting' money, you ain''t fucking' with Richie 

Patron Silver, straight Goose 

Twins with me, and they loose 

Thirty rounds, town business 

Don't make me break records like Guinness 

Bitches wanna fuck all day and give head 

But I don't fuck for free, ho 

Nah, so... 

[Hook]