Andre Nickatina - Break Bread Lyrics
[Verse 1: Andre Nickatina]Live fast, drive slowI’m lookin’ like ‘Pac in the Benz when he was hangin’ out the windowRight now, I’ve got my Jesus piece onAnd all my rings, you can see I’m about the gameHoller back, baby, like an echoBut you gotta know your coloursGet green, roll purpleMy tires just did a full circle in your neighbourhoodAnd like gumbo, the flavour’s goodI roam like an alley cat – Grade-A, SupercatBumpin’ Shabba Ranks on a full tankMy religion, baby, is big bankHoller when you see me spendin’ money, go “amen”Snow bunnies love them a suntanThat’s why I wear my hat low and my shades, manI don’t waste time or liquorYou can see it on my face, I don’t chase, it’s a race[Hook: Andre Nickatina]Break breadI don’t know what they say where you stayBut where I stay, everybody say “pay”So you’d better (break bread)Baby it’s a (go-go) when it comes to (cocoa)Get down and do what you said (break bread)Just like a leprechaun, lookin’ for a jackpotOr a hot crack spot, baby (break bread)Baby it’s a (go-go) when it comes to (cocoa)Get down and do what you said (break bread)[Verse 2: Andre Nickatina]Man, this is money motivated, demonstrate it to the latestI do it like an addict up in VegasAnd you can see me talkin’ like a wizard through my cellular phoneLivin’ life like a felony, weed and cologne, like…Pacific heights, crushed iceI do it like a haggler, baby, yeah, on a Sugar Ray Leonard nightPosted up just like a posterIf you’re meltin’ like butter, baby, I’mma have to toast yaMy stairway is straight Led ZeppelinAnd my Air Force Ones so new and so fresh, andPlay you like a PS3And that’s Crown Royal, freak, don’t try to BS meBut I never knew what she saidAll up in her head with the phrase that pays, and it says:[Hook: Andre Nickatina][Verse 3: Richie Rich]Twenty fifties, a hundred tensTwo white *****es in a Batman BenzStraight mobbin’, one named RobynCan’t see her head ’cause the ***** probably bobbin’Slurp somethin’ – twerk somethin’*****, you gettin’ money? Maybe we could work somethin’I been had a millionI don’t need nothin’ but a ***** that love VoguesAnd these all-gold DaytonsAsk Dre Dog – ask NickyYou ain’t gettin’ money, you ain’t *****in’ with RichiePatron Silver, straight GooseTwins with me, and they looseThirty rounds, town businessDon’t make me break records like Guinness*****es wanna ***** all day and give headBut I don’t ***** for free, hoeNah, so…[Hook]
