Andre Nickatina - Timex Ticker Lyrics
[Verse: Andre Nickatina]Man I spit my game at a mile a minuteI got a dope ass watch with no diamonds in itI like to sway back and fourth like a jesus pieceAnd I’m Harlem Nights ready like Della ReeseWhat you tell that freak? It’s a quarter to 8I'm at Tad’s takin down this t-bone steakI'm from the B-A-Y A-R-E-AFillmoe, God-Khan, Nicky, AndreI probably said it before/ Yo, squares bewareThat debonair, savoir faire in the airI got Air Forces 1s god, I keep em untiedI’m married to the game, never see the brideYou look into my eyes it got the color of a stickerThey get a little bloodshot when I hit liquorMy timex ticker is tickin'It keep me up nights I can't help but listenI bust with destruction, at any little functionYou can say something, I don’t wanna hear nothingKeep it all coming, guns keep gunnin'The crack game changed but dope fiends hit the oven[Hook: Andre Nickatina]My life line's in the picture frameA lost soul tryna find home againYo my Billy Holliday characteristicsPushes me towards the dope that I have to get withMy Timex is the tickerIt's like a track meet, girl you gotta get quickerGotta get quicker, gotta get quickerGotta get quicker
