Текст песни Dre Dog (Andre Nickatina) f Equipto - My Wishes
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[Verse 1 - Andre Nickatina]Picture a blind man that can`t seeMeanin` the beauty he`s supposed to seeGod, it can`t beI slither low like a snake, the venom I spit uh make me shakeLook at the cakes I bakedWeed in my brain got me baptizedUnless you talkin` bout money, you ain`t sayin` shit rap wiseI`m so addicted to red licorice and fine bitchesKhan lives forever man that`s my wishes[Verse 2 - Equipto]My wishes, studio(?) intense wishesBruce Lee, Tupac, and Jimmy Hendrix(?) still here to legalize itWith no police around to ever read they rightsIt`s how I roll, you know my lifestyle is goldAround the globe, they treat us like Al CaponeWish I didn`t need a blunt in my mouth to blowBut I`m so far gone that`s how it go[Verse 3 - Andre Nickatina]Yeah, two wishes and three bitches in the CadillacThey wanna hit the club and this is where the party`s atFront line and in ya face like some gold teethMy homie said he`s like a butcher `cause he loves beef...(?) and two doors on the cuttyI had to laugh at him, cause that`s my buddyWe used to chase bitches so vicious it was delicious I heard a lil` genie sayin "Take more wishes"[Verse 4 - Equipto]Wishin, why listen to a fool really give a fuckDon`t interrupt you stupid (?), I lit the bluntWe get ta cuttin` like a DJ doThe game`s sheisty like a NFL replay boothIn your backpack party with all our throwbacks onSuckas stare like they`re impressed, sayin "Oh my god"There go the whole back wall...(?) playin` to winI`m in to win, I`m wishin but I couldn`t pretend[Verse 5 - Andre Nickatina]Shit, I side swipe you at the light just like a fender benderThere go your brain, with the game, so you don`t rememberI`m block tonic off the chronic and I spit ebonicsColt 45 in my eyes, so ...(?) hypnoticThe glock nine, some use it like a samuraiRun for your lives, or picture bein` paralyzedI hold my raps with a grip of a rubber handleAnd when I`m gone, man you picture it on every channelIn grey flannel, Nicky vest and name belt(?)When I was scarred by the game and the pain feltExcruciatin`, no duplicatin` this furyLook at the lawyer with a grin for the hung juryFour wishes, more wishes, man and more bitchesMan more weed, more G`s, man and club bitchesThe rap scriptures, we hold them like the bibleImagine somebody shootin` at your idol...(?), like Clorox make it fadeBust it 27 ways, we did it right awaySneak weed up in heaven with the switchesEatin` red licorice and lyin` with the bitchesI hate to do dishes, in love with my richesMan it ain`t suspicious why you sleepin` with the fishesThese are my wishes, I got five wishesPrime time live, gettin` high off my wishes