Andre Nickatina - Bobble Heads Lyrics
[Verse 1: Black C]Call me a psycho cus I just might goShoot up ya block cus you’re walkin' on a tight-ropePlus I'm off that nitro, yea that’s that loud packWe don’t smoke bammer so its best that you fall backSan Francisco ball cat, you’re *****in with a GiantYa niggas say ya real but the real is ya lyin(???) is what I don’t do, real is what I live by***** whatcha goin' through if you're tryna (tempt?) mineIm tryna get mine ballin ***** getting byYou suckas hatin' cus you fallin' like a ziplineWhile I sip wine with a thick ***** with thick thighsSmall waist pretty face, tryna get highShe said she like real niggas, no farceBut you’re *****made actin worse than these broadsGoin' through they menstral, all up in ya mentalJust like a ***** ya keep dick up in ya dentalDamn[Hook - Andre Nickatina]It’s the God Khan version, Magic, ErvinAll them suckas is crashin', burnin'Money, gone, lookin all oldLook at my poker face, I’ll never fold*****, reload, sellout showsMouse rangs and all thangs , pull out ya goldDon’t tell me about it homie, pull out ya hoesHammer up like Stan Burrell on bail[Verse 2: Black C]You can hip, hop on the mutha*****in' jockIm an RBL nigga getting money 'round the clockAnd these *****es don’t stop when it comes to this black niggaIn the Bay, I'm a legendary rap figurePlus a cap pealer, homie thats a fat niggaYou're not loyal to the soil you's a rat niggaAnd I'm a real one, the last of a dying breedIm off kush muh*****ah you smoke bammer weedI ***** with top notch *****es in that Prada wearYou ***** with low budget *****es with them bobble headsYea, you niggas strictly sicklyFor real, you niggas can't get with meAnd you can believe it or not like Ripleys,Ya boy been an underground king like Pimp COr like Mac Dre, or like Mr. CI go hard on a *****, no sympathy[Hook: Andre Nickatina]It’s the God Khan version, Magic, ErvinAll them suckas is crashin', burnin'Money, gone, lookin all oldLook at my poker face, I’ll never fold*****, reload, sellout showsMouse rangs and all thangs , pull out ya goldDon’t tell me about it homie, pull out ya hoesHammer up like Stan Burrell on bail[Verse 3: Andre Nickatina]You say oh god cus im givin' you hellLeather jacket, adidas with them shellsYou can miss me like a stray bulletGary Coleman on ya ass with a new QillisSheeit, God-Khan but I’m still a capoI let the weed hit me while Jimi Hendrix sang Sand CastlesI dip through the big pineappleAnd if you see me real quick its something like an eye sample[Hook: Andre Nickatina]It’s the God Khan version, Magic, ErvinAll them suckas is crashin', burnin'Money, gone, lookin all oldLook at my poker face, I’ll never fold*****, reload, sellout showsMouse rangs and all thangs , pull out ya goldDon’t tell me about it homie, pull out ya hoesHammer up like Stan Burrell on bail
