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Andre Nickatina

Genres: Hip-Hop

Purrfect Storm Lyrics - Andre Nickatina

Purrfect Storm 

 

-Andre Nickatina 

man you can picture my perfection from the purple in the paper 

get it popin 'cause its poppin 

put the pimpin in the player 

pick the player grab the photographer 

platiunum pearl pistol packa 

wake you up the mornin after 

you know just wut im after 

i eat spaghetti wit the tiger prawns 

and like to buy anything that my eyes is on 

i politic before im leaving wit the god of khan 

the ladies know me real well at the auto barn 

my mercedez i wiffer past its supper bad 

the color man will hit you like a jab 

thats where im at 

i give a gun to the hands of time 

so i can shoot out of endless rhymes 

i sent you pictures of perfection 

its interlection of your connection 

its something like a model car collection 

you hit em queez 

 

-Equipto 

ill get em 

fuck a world their against me 

so spittin my raps its like a real deal mc 

nothing attatched ill be married to the game 

im life long wit it till they carry me away 

everything i say true so you wonder where the time went 

situate the studio time from all the grindin 

see my life flash i roll the dice fast 

i cant even find time just to sit and write raps 

you livin like that 

man the scratch i reverse the north 

im sucked in by the perfect storm 

i can take it like a man 

break down with the fan 

you suckas hating the situation the hands 

 

-Andre Nickatina 

playboy im from the filmoe 

man aka bay yola 

we let our hair grow to our shouldas 

pictur polorola 

and hit the freeway from the rollas 

man laughin wit a mouth full of doja 

by the qouta i thought i told ya 

its through the wire like HBO 

my vouge tires said the rest to go 

man can you picture the perfection 

its like a weapon a smith and wesson 

you askin me do rappers go to heaven 

is that the question 

i keep it cold just like mavato 

you split it down the middle like a fiddle me and sato 

i like to walk wit facco 'cause she walks just like a model 

my life is like a love letter find it in the bottle 

your baby bubba 

i hit the streets just like its rubber 

dont weigh im bouts to roun up in my car and make you studder 

 

-Equipto 

uh you know come on 

yea top notch caliber underdog challenger 

manage to get by everyday of the calander 

world wide traveler 

pray when im landed 

rolling up tough blunts taste like candy 

im the weddin crasher drive like the answer 

been over a g ima tell you put cash up 

spittin like the last one im the summer rida 

ever since the 4 the 1 the 5 

 

-Andre Nickatina 

man the 4 the 1 the 5 uh 

man ima fast driv-uh 

banna cream pie-uh 

baby yous a lie-uh 

i suck up in the choi-uh 

man picture the perfection 

the third world filmoe chair numba 7 

i was goin like im wavy 

the rap god forgave me 

and after that day g 

rock-a-bye baby