(Krushadelic)

Delic-Man and Nickatina one mo' 'gain

Tick to tha' tocker
'ey don't stop her
It's tha Delic-Man hyphy-dale hip-hopper
Disturbin' the peace
Like Bush gettin' re-elected
Hella niggas get neglected
Yo check it,
We gotta have a understanding
I'm breakin' records like my name is Peyton Manning
I'm the West Coast Abu Gada
And i'm thinkin like a G that'll bring us back from the bottom
Baby got ass like she came from Miami
Im the abbot
Have her ass jumpin' like a jack-rabbit
I gotta have it
Gotta get green like cabbage
I'm a savage
Rob ya' like Black Sabbath
A automatic
Will work when ya' got static
It's tragic but it seems to be the pattern
See my magic it's amazing how a nigga at it
I got tha' gift and the gas so I gotta grab it
Mommy, Mamacita
Let tha' Delic Creepa'
Cause i'm rollin with my nigga Nickatina
Block cleanas with a taped up street sweepa'
Cause tha' heata'
Will damn sure move people
Quick fast in a hurry
We throw our shit a flurry
Leave your vision blurry
Takin' rhymes from Pareen
It's two degrees and like my name was Don Dee Security

(Andre Nickatina)
I'll tighten up the ship
And fix it in the mix
Rockin' like somethin in eternal (?????)
Spittin' with a (?????) (?????)
I see the money increase
I'm smokin' weed in the mornin'
With a case to beat
I'm so (?????) fare
As I fly Con' Air
I squeeze cash like a hug of a grizzly bear
Freak, what's your fantasy
And why you mad at me
I wake up like there aint a tiger as bad as me
And when a child cries
Man, hopefully it aint mines
I spit the kinda (??????)
On interior design
I'm a lost hawk
Sheer Khan with the soft talk
Bitch, I glide I dont really even have to walk
I'm wearin' alligators goin' up tha' escalator
I'm talkin' to this breezy comin' up tha' elevator
It's like i'm trinity
or MJ does
These now and later's
And this paper
I'm hot pepper, the leather
You better bring it together
Because it's now or never
Because it's never whenever
I'm like new with this denim like a bad bitch
It's like the feeling of the lord when the cash hits
My life is like dice
Gotta go for seven twice
I gotta take ya' man even if it's (?????)
It's on a late night
And i'm parlayin
I might be bullshittin' baby girl I aint playin'
I'm on the crimewatch man with a time clock
And if the rhymes stop gotta pick the padlock
It's like a fat rock all in your earlobe
Just a vision of me baby cause it's Fillmoe
I (?????) in a city make your blood boil
I turn ya out if I get you in my rap coils
Cobra status im an addict and a freak,
I be a greedy leprechaun
Are you feelin' me?



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Thanks to (Dre Dogg) for correcting these lyrics. Mar 27, 2008