Текст песни Nocturnal Hustlers f Dre Dog (Andre Nick - Nocturnal Hustlers
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* send corrections to the typist[Andre Nickatina]I`m such a diamond back sparrowIllegal drugs in a barrelAfter shootin` cupid with his own arrowMakin` noise like SLOT machinesAnd when I CLOCK this creamI`ma get up in your mindRap, GLOCKS, n thangsAnd crash the party like the 5-OBut I didn`t come to break it up, I came to make the party way more live ho!Situation`s fornicationYou never seen an occupation like mine, and the rhyme designFlamboyant like the LiberaceBlow weed like kamikazeTo the bitches that really want meTo the pigs that never spot meBlow heat like quarter backsDown at the warder trackI gave ya money for dopeYou bring the quarter backIndica and everythangAnd when the bell ringsIt`s like the twelveth grade, tiga man we gon` sell thangsMake trips to HollywoodAnd ChicagoDown in the Florida Keys, and MarracoMy mother got a twin sister`Mean if I see my mother`s sister, I wouldn`t know if it was my mother or mymother`s sisterAim like a P2-10Bullets that cut the windBrought up and born in the churchWith doin` major sinOn everything I`m inIs how I play to winJust the sound of a lawsuit makes a tiga grinCu-cu-cu-cut your bodyMan Nicky very naughty, naughty, naughty, naughty...[Chorus]Man it`s the honeycomb, You get your money goneYou either hoop, or rap, or get your blast onMan it`s the honeycomb, You get your money goneYou bring a sack of crack to the drug zoneMan it`s the honeycomb, You get your money goneMakin` cash so fast over a cell phoneMan it`s the honeycomb, You get your money goneYou think it`s jokes to crack on your funny bone[Savage C]My style is like a rifleSpittin` on rivalsAnd I put that on disciples in the BibleI`m spitefulOf crooked hoes, crooked po`s, and crooked crowsI blaze studios with nucleur thorough flowsMouth runnin` like a track meetNo diggity like Black StreetLyrically we pack heatLike jackas on back streetsSuckas is sorry like AtariWe`re hotter than the safariTalkin` shit like Charles Barkley off a fifth of BacardiBurnin` sacks like Bob MarleyHittin` j`s like IversonRhymin` doper than VidakinTrunk boomin` like a siracinWith more nuts than Murder DogWe bustin` like shot gunsCall me Tom Cruise because I bomb fools like Top GunI cover my ceilings with verses to keep things on the rapsAnd my floors with ajacks just to stay on trackGet it crackin` like pile driversThe microphone migiver`s desire to stay higher than five sky diversAnd if 5-O creeps, they gettin` shook like handsWhile we slide out to the honeycomb hide out, like champsWe block journals while blazin verbals til` our hands turn purpleYou`ll get jumped like hurdles by Nicky and Nocturnal[Chorus][KD]I got spits like I had a thousand pairs of mitsWe never slip cuz we all about our grip, Don`t tripWe`re the opposite of sluts cuz we never give a fuckAnd we crush what we bustPrudential city on the hushCuz I write the songs up on the microphoneUntil the fights break out and all the lights turn onIt`s gettin` rowdy like bar fightsKnow nothin` but hard nightsA Nocturnal huslter never love to play my cards rightSo understand I`m the man in thisSteady chokin`, always smokin` on the cannibis