Dream Machine (Cable Toy Remix) [Bonus Track] (Bonus Track)

歌詞

Verse 1: Andre Nickatina The homie said, now we can chalk em like rocky if ya cocky when you knock me Do it till we slap you or atleast until you drop me Nicky back at you like star 6-9 On the grind, on ya mind and I'm runnin outta time You know that bay bridge heart kid run through my veins Hang with me burn, let me pocket everythang 'cause my 3 10 shoes they don't leave no clues I bucka break the law, but I fucka follows through. Holla back My Cardiar Savoir-Faire I was born round I could never die square its like that... The Jack: Turn up the knock, 7-7 pacs Hit the mini matchin pretty black boy countin wops Semi automatic cock 'cause I don't trust that nigga Smoking purple so I'm calm Know a known cat pilla Eyes low gone I'm a stone crack dealer Surrounded by monsters like mike jack thriller Ride around strapped 'cause I might jack niggas Smokin purple like a motha fucking nut You see a small bank in the cuts hold it up 'cause a nigga like me snorted out to get high Fell in love with it had to stop fo' I die Young nigga early 90's pushin rocks so I'm fly Everday early mornin stackin paper gettin high Dre dog in the deck will respect like Pac nigga Ill let my tape rock till my tape pop Andre Nickatina I got a lifetime ghetto past if the money gonna last High way patrol say I drive too fast Man I'm a bank roll holla I told her blow her quota But I know you want my picture in ya photo motorolla In my leather hat man I let my curls hang out We talking shit, down where the girls hang out The homie said he's good with the weapons And when it comes to bitches and clothes he's the freshest I think you get the message Its butter on the breakfast, toast And ill squeeze like a steak if you get too close I bucka bounce fucka fly with the flames And pucka pucka party with my life in the game You know its all the same The Jacka The YAY AREA yeah boi that where I'm from Pushed enough coke to have the whole world numb Attempt to distribute, first case I run Break a king down, sniff away the things I've done Smoke a zip, a two a day boi my memorys done Remember niggas injuries from the squeeze of a gun And held the trees in my lungs Pushin v's to the slums Been through so much shit they can't believe that I'm young Eyes tight like jet lee I believe I'm the one Superb (???) watching allah I believe is the pun Without a blood test I can't believe that's my son I'm just a huslah on the run,everday bendin corners Hoes pullin up on us I'm letting out the smoke Pullin on a strong one straight out hyphy goin Muh fucka all that shit Return a hardball nate is all I wish Pasta and fish is a mobsters dish We was blessed with the recipe Searching for the rest of me Blinded by the light, going on ecstasy If it wasn't for this gangsta shit I wonder where the west will be 4 1 3 don't wanna die stand next to me