Color Of The Benz Lyrics - Andre Nickatina

[Chorus: x2] 

I wear my air jordan's with my anchor blue jeans 

I like to spread my wings when I'm out on the scene 

You can break me down on a triple scale beam 

The color of the benz same color whip cream 

Fly away, cologne fills up your hallway 

And I'm a strike it on the I-180 south like all day 

I dress sharp like the nation of Islam so I shop like somebody that personally knows God. 

Your boyfriend, freak is boo boo to rabbit 

He really need to kick that dope habit, it's lookin' tragic. 

I get my hair done, I let the curls whip 

And then I make a call to see what the girls get. 

[Chorus x2] 

You want that, man do you like how I flaunt that 

Because I knew I'd go to jail or hell if I bought that 

Man like a court case caught that 

And like a boxer in vegas to box yo I fought that 

I like steak and potatoes, ice cream gators 

I neva say nothin' yo to none of my neighbors 

I do it like parliament, don't get wet 

I do it like a gambler, make that bet 

I cash that check 'cause the money looks betta 

Some like cheese, but I like chedda 

Phat farm sweatas, DMC leather and shootin' my mouth off like a beretta 

[Chorus x2] 

Pretty bartender, can I get another shot of that Heem 

She was tall enough to make a ball team 

She said she neva met me it was like a pipe dream 

I moved through the crowd yo and neva got seen 

Then I sat down on a white couch, made it all official 

It's poppin like a pistol and a missile 

A picnic basket, man call me Yogi Berra 

Man Andre Nickatina from the Ronald Reagan era. 

[Chorus x2]