Lost Hawks Lyrics - Andre Nickatina

NICKATINA 

I'm Serious, like Steady B 

I dip a Cadillac like Freddy B 

I talk to these ladies like Schooly D 

Cause I can't have these ladies foolin' me 

I'm bumpin' Thai Shaw, Pimpin' Hoes dot com 

The mo' god'Khan in a new Sean John 

Lost in my lusty ways 

You see my face in a magazine and can't turn the page. 

EQUIPTO 

You see, I'm 'bout to get paid and not afraid to admit it 

To fail's never part of the plan, I'm never quittin' 

I always gave it all that I can, a little lazy 

I (blow ??? record) like Chuck up on the daily 

Adrenaline pumpin' like a piston 

Got me so high I'm in the sky and I kissed it 

Excuse me while I Jimmy Hentwist the rhyme 

Hey Joe, could you tell me if 6 was 9? 

NICKATINA 

You know I spit technique to the freshest freak 

Gimme a call you will see results in just a week 

With the soul of a LOST HAWK 

Is there a heaven for a Rap Cat, let's talk 

Because it's hell for a Rap Cat, let's walk 

Watch your spirit get knocked out the ballpark 

Gold diggers stay after me, it's a catastrophe, 

Talkin' shit in the cheesecake factory. 

EQUIPTO 

I'm feelin' high and the blunt ain't sparked yet 

The truth hit the booth just like it was Clark Kent 

No time for the weak games the renegade freaks play 

Follow the rules, old school, fuck a cliche 

I'm to the point ain't no time to waste 

Same rap, came back, hey, just like mace 

Imma spray in your face, any day, any place 

Cross the bay bridge rollin' with Dre and we blaze 

A chronicle, 30 of Kush up in the optimo 

We roll trees by the bush when we rock a show 

The (?) push, Imma refund mine 

See suckas, lay 'em down with our machine gun rhymes. 

NICKATINA 

You might see me at my shows in my Nicky Rose clothes 

Standin' there just like a picture without the pose 

Yes, y'all in the symphony call 

Man, them hoes'll be talkin' bout my rise and fall 

How I did 'em all 

And was I born to ball 

Yo, but not on the hoop court 

But walkin' through court 

My gun-mouth that made it way down south 

With the whole strip scene tryin' to figure it out 

Without a doubt. 

EQUIPTO 

I keep it movin' till my life is straight 

It's all, Math, Science, Time and Space 

I see the more money and these rhymes to make 

I'm tryna seven figures like a license plate 

Come on, I roll often, my destination unknown 

The bizzle had me thinkin' "where did all the fun go" 

Fast decisions made at the last minute 

The cash flippin' 

Fasho' we goin' past the limit. 

NICKATINA 

Gotta be greedy like Daffy 'cause the money's like Taffy 

Sweet like a (?) that's tryna get at me 

The wings of an angel just cut my face 

I couldn't say nothin' man, yo I spit my case 

Playboy, it's like magic 

Man, in a packet 

Mad like an addict in the sports (?) bracket 

Spit hot nickels till they quarters, man 

So put in my name with the eternal flames. 

EQUIPTO 

I'm so hot, the track meltin' 

Please the degrees that I kick his black belt in 

Freeze MC's into a gas, I blows mixed Purp with Hash 

Do the math, young Queezy workin' the map 

It's called class 

Like Bob Marley lightin' a spliff 

Only the lord know how hyphy I'll get 

Imma rip through the city and tell a sucka "try again" 

You see me flowin' to this track like the violins.