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Bakin' Soda in Minnesota

Andre Nickatina

Daiquiri Factory Cocaine Raps, Vol. 2

rhymes used to ride with nets
Flight at the midnight high with jets
You know Al Capone stretched tryi' to save the sets
And I'm teflon down, t shirts

Hittin' Switches

Brownside

Payback

2003

front, back, side to side

Rolling back home looking clean and mean
Armor-All on my tires bumping a cut by Al Green
Stopped at my homey South Central

We Will Survive

3rd Coast Dynasty

The Arrival

2002

through on tour?
Did Smokey Robinson, have to shoot his way out a war?
What has Al Green seen, that made him religious?
Was it the drugs, put an end

Pagans

Bugzy Malone

Walk with Me

2015

Zinedine
But I'm not French, I'm from Manchester and I'm licking off headtops clean
Licking off headtops like Jet Li
I went through more green than

Thought we hit him with a ray gun
They ain't seen my floaties when they
Threw me and I came up
Closet full of Comme des and
I ain't never played once
His

como mil en un móvil
Y otros pocos miles en inversiones
Son fuera de oficina mis acciones
Yo soy mi jefe no te equivoques
Homicidios que parecen ataques

First, let me start by saying I’m amazing
‘Cause I made it from the bottom of the basement, no abrasion
With the patience of a winner, I’ll be

Jag ser en elefant
Som dansar en vals så elegant
Jag ser ett får som står på tå
Jag lever min dag
På alla de slag
Vad härligt att vara barn
Jag ser en

dude
I'm hot do shit I was raised by the gun
Disrespect me I promise then you gone see what my pops do
And you niggas are so static
Got fanny packs

Summer is gone
It's my favorite season
I wanna spend it with you
Hot chocolate by the fire
Baby let's take it higher
They wanna get cuffed up
I wanna

been inspired by the wrong people
Watchin the throne, I came to de-seat you 
If you despise, but still come around
I damn sure don’t need you 
When I hit

I got a million-dollar-mind and pride's got nothing to do with it
Shit, money's got nothin' to do with it
And it's all green from here
Don't stop,

the boss

Money green like I'm sitting in a valley
Why my jean pockets looking really fatty
You can call me, but don't call me daddy (Ay)
I ain't your daddy,

bumping Matic still
Real hip hop back you know the drill 
We smoke green crack stay away from pills
Wheels coup de' ville hoes from Brazil
Got the dro from

spinal column
And a female who's fractured neck
Was surrounded by a green amulet

But the male's cause of death wasn't certain yet
They were locked

Okay, okay
Baby looking like Cirque De Soleil
Fits like a glove
Quick shout to OJ
Grab the bull by the horns
Like ole, ole
Made clear that I don't play,

the whole day
So tell me, what you wanna do?
We could head out early and see the sunrise
And keep each other warm when we're side-by-side
I've always got so

some bandz

I'm stacking it up
Back back it up
Gonna travel the world with my kids
Swiper no swiping
Sin des laser
I'm stacking up all my bands
No time

down below
From my perch I search for signs of
Something I think I might know
Village greens and hidden dreams
Secret lives will start to grow
I close

truly some clowns around here don't think we ain't noticed it 
Made it out the cul de sac I'll show y'all who the coldest is
They tried to tell me I was

you blind you can find a way
Come and take the mic, rhyming by the light of day
Til I ride out the horizon Imma say
Baby what you wanna do
It's been

my shoes just to run from my problems
I don’t got no answers don’t know how to solve it
Bitches distract me by slopping the top
On occasion I feel it

an adventure
I don't think I should mention
That you're that adventure
Ey yeah
Down by the park, rollin a blunt
Living outside of the lines
Loving the color

wanna do
Me vale ya shit lo que piensen
Fuck up if you disagree
I just wanna count many greens
Breaking the rules like pussys
My money is moving by itself