Cobra Status Lyrics - Andre Nickatina

My drug/rap competitiors, they come in flocks 

I can't sleep 'cause when I do I think the game gon' stop 

So I'm awake like an owl at a quarter to three 

I hit your window with a nickel, Whats up baby it's me 

Where I'm from we hate cops like we were bred to do it 

Believe in Nike signs and gettin' high, so bitch just do it 

Right or wrong over right, we'll disobey 

Smokin weed, plottin greed listenin' to Sade 

Man I hustle all day, eatin' cat fish and snapper 

Battle everythang, from gat clappers to rappers 

Tryin' ta have paper from the bottom to the tip 

Two words I can't resist, motherfucker or bitch 

I lost a few nickels but I never drop dimes 

Huh, Pisces is the rap sign 

Cobra Status! 

Swimmin' like the man from Atlantis 

A ...(?) like Houdini, but like Houdini I will vanish 

Baby was nineteen with a big ol' ass 

Shit, damn near gave a nigga whiplash 

Don't ask me for money because I'm not gonna share it 

Smokin weed from Bob Marley 'cause he bucked down the sheriff 

You best hope this wax don't cut you 

Hope one time don't bust you 

This style will finger fuck you 

And patna I just cant trust you 

Cobra Status! 

Recognize game when it's on your mind 

You and that bitch playin' Andre rhymes 

loopin' situations like an SP-12 

Go to hell, I made bail, Nigga fresh outta jail 

With the look of the replican, shit gets deep 

Already blunted up, and man I'm bumpin' the beat 

Real pimp shit all up in your bra 

But it was me and my little cousin Bobby Shaw 

Cobra Status! 

Nigga I'm the lost Pip of Gladis 

Colder than a 40 hard to shake like a habit 

Nigga I'm a hawk, you a forest bunny rabbit 

My crew stay true but we can also get savage 

Cobra Status! 

Bitch don't call me unless the party is packed 

And gangsta shit is bumpin' on every track 

Nigga them dice ain't got no love 

Shakin' like a nigga scared behind his gun 

'cause see, I tick like time and man I time like tick 

Man niggas don't forgive and we sure don't forget 

It's the receiva, the 6 feet and ova acheiva, ice creama 

Rollin' cheeba in a beama 

With a poetic passion 

In a functional fashion 

A full tank of gas 

And man I'm mashin' 

Speed like a Z-28 tinted chrome 

Look if you want 

Your reflection will show 

Cobra Status!