Killin Of The Caine Lyrics - Singles - Dre Dog (andre Nickatina)

(Dre Dog talking) 

Drop it 

Yeah! (yeah) 

Wasup? 

This is uh...one of those cocaine style raps (you can say that again) 

For the killas (the who?) 

The real killas (right) 

That uh...that popped Dan 

This yo boy Dre Dog! 

Check it out (drop that shit there boy) 

(Dre Dog) 

Step into the mind of a visionary vocalist 

Focus this, picture this I'm 6 foot 6 

Ready for the battle like Desert Swarm 

Feel the welts on yo body from extension cords 

Got you sweatin like a dancer 

Stressin gave you cancer 

Nigga you the wide receiver foo I'm Deion Sanders 

Prime Time niggas get turned like a channel 

Coke is this, fuck a bitch from Detroit to Seattle 

Indo got niggas thinkin fuckas wanna stop me 

Mothafuckas missin teeth boxin like hockey 

Rabbit, I'm not a kid but you can get the Trix 

You better have these jukes because I'm slammin Big Six (?) 

BAM! Get the smellin salt he's unconscious! 

Tryin to go head up but just cant stop this 

Treat me like a red but nigga don't push me 

Cause once my vocals hit the beat it's good like pussy 

Kill'em! 

Nigga? 

It's the Killin of the Caine 

Motha-fucka 

(Dre Dog) 

You live in a shell like a snail 

Moby Dick ass niggas get harpooned like a whale 

Not a killa tho a nigga roll 

Fuckin with the pinnacle 

Wishin for a miracle 

Situation Critical 

Lay it down, you better expect the worst 

All screamin like a pregnant woman about to give birth 

In a taxi, now ask me, do you think I'm bluffin? 

I bet I got you listenin to me just like I'm E.F. Huttin 

Or somethin, you fuckas gonna all have to learn 

Favorite boxer Tyson, second Tommy Hearns 

Hut hut hike! 

I'm runnin from the whites (who's that?) 

It's 5-0 and the only thing they see is my Nike's 

But check this out imagine prison under the ground 

Escapers at 0 and you can't hear a sound 

Fuck you man Scarface Al Pacino 

A cool place to get some good pussy is in Reno 

A key! Stolen from a druglord G! 

That means niggas gonna die for a fat fee 

The lick went sour, a rat said a name 

The dope game of life, the Killin of the Caine