[{"id":27394562,"name":"Andre-N-Andre","trackName":"Andre-N-Andre","artistName":"Andre Nickatina","albumName":"Bullets Blunts N Ah Bankroll","duration":231.1117,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Backwoods got me congested, ain't rested in 2 days\nI'm gettin paid been on niggas head like toupes\nI'm a thug cuz wipe the blood out yo gaze\nCutthroat nigga bitch I scam on 'em fo days\nIn school days I blew baze got ripped and fucked up\nIn new jays on 2 ways I scritched and scratched up\nI beat that bitch up when I found out she lyin\nWho she think I am? Saving Private Ryan?\n\nI make the town move just by walkin' on your block\nTake the keys to yo city but I still picked the locks\nBuy a car and a glock put the cash in my socks\nPut the beat in the trunk so ya hear the shit knock\nTo hell with the law the freeways mines\nSo is yo freak, radios, and alpines\nCoke wit a little bit of cherry lemon lime\nYa think of me ya think of big money everytime\nKennel Cole shine like the trigger of a nine\nOrca was a whale but pisces is the sign\n\nI got split personalities I'm bipolar\nYa might see me wit my Italion stallion or my chola\nRap rock n rolla I'm dope as yola\nIf you don't pimp her, I might like?\nI'm ridin' in a big boat like Noah\nWit 2 women of each races boy I control her\nA ho a ho stable I'm a Mac and a medic\nNo do ho debt it, that's right I said it\n\nI treat my dolla bills like my Caddy steering wheel\nI'm not a chill pill freak do what ya will\nHeart ticking like a timebomb eatin' spicy prawns\nMan its the God of Khan check it baby right or wrong\nMan look but don't stare its the crime rhyme king\nWit braids like a juvenile ca na mean?\nBruce Springsteen in my anchor blue jeans\nO yea im in yo city man what's up wit the weed?\nMan call all the g's and tell 'em all freeze\nAndre Nickatina sayin nigga what ya need?\nHit the corner so narrow in a fly blue camaro\nA sparrow dodging arrow but not a double barrel\n\nWe in a 7 series beema its me and nickatina\nReady to sexually harass a bitch like?\nCommitin' felonies and hella misdameanors\nA dog in the yard where the grass is hella greener\nRap singer pimp thatll slap Tina\nI mack Nina from black to latina\nClean as noxzema quick to pop the nina\nGot the money from the broad as soon as I seen her\nWill I meet a Tina and Trina? got dick by the bay on the Berkeley marina\nDon't mean to the point the finger but uh (but uh)\nShe got pancake syrup but uh (but uh)\n\nMan the way I smoke weed is like death of a genius\nReappear roll up rise like a phoenix\nThis is not a remix nino felix\nPut it in a capsule seal it deal it\nHow you want it nicky baby? 4 times 5\nA quarter ounce of weed and some cherry pot pies\nExcuse me if I'm greedy cuz I'm caught up in the lust\nI'll lie if ya want but I'm a tiga you can crust\nCuz I'm on Fillmoe in a white velour suit\nIn a blue kangol in my wu-tang boots\nWit a back like a cobra cursed by the mail\nMy manicured nails touch a triple beam scale\nBaby is a athlete body like a star\nYa talkin' real bad freak meet me by the car","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Andre-N-Andre\n artist: Andre Nickatina\n album: Bullets Blunts N Ah Bankroll\n duration_ms: 231112\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Backwoods got me congested, ain't rested in 2 days\n I'm gettin paid been on niggas head like toupes\n I'm a thug cuz wipe the blood out yo gaze\n Cutthroat nigga bitch I scam on 'em fo days\n In school days I blew baze got ripped and fucked up\n In new jays on 2 ways I scritched and scratched up\n I beat that bitch up when I found out she lyin\n Who she think I am? Saving Private Ryan?\n\n I make the town move just by walkin' on your block\n Take the keys to yo city but I still picked the locks\n Buy a car and a glock put the cash in my socks\n Put the beat in the trunk so ya hear the shit knock\n To hell with the law the freeways mines\n So is yo freak, radios, and alpines\n Coke wit a little bit of cherry lemon lime\n Ya think of me ya think of big money everytime\n Kennel Cole shine like the trigger of a nine\n Orca was a whale but pisces is the sign\n\n I got split personalities I'm bipolar\n Ya might see me wit my Italion stallion or my chola\n Rap rock n rolla I'm dope as yola\n If you don't pimp her, I might like?\n I'm ridin' in a big boat like Noah\n Wit 2 women of each races boy I control her\n A ho a ho stable I'm a Mac and a medic\n No do ho debt it, that's right I said it\n\n I treat my dolla bills like my Caddy steering wheel\n I'm not a chill pill freak do what ya will\n Heart ticking like a timebomb eatin' spicy prawns\n Man its the God of Khan check it baby right or wrong\n Man look but don't stare its the crime rhyme king\n Wit braids like a juvenile ca na mean?\n Bruce Springsteen in my anchor blue jeans\n O yea im in yo city man what's up wit the weed?\n Man call all the g's and tell 'em all freeze\n Andre Nickatina sayin nigga what ya need?\n Hit the corner so narrow in a fly blue camaro\n A sparrow dodging arrow but not a double barrel\n\n We in a 7 series beema its me and nickatina\n Ready to sexually harass a bitch like?\n Commitin' felonies and hella misdameanors\n A dog in the yard where the grass is hella greener\n Rap singer pimp thatll slap Tina\n I mack Nina from black to latina\n Clean as noxzema quick to pop the nina\n Got the money from the broad as soon as I seen her\n Will I meet a Tina and Trina? got dick by the bay on the Berkeley marina\n Don't mean to the point the finger but uh (but uh)\n She got pancake syrup but uh (but uh)\n\n Man the way I smoke weed is like death of a genius\n Reappear roll up rise like a phoenix\n This is not a remix nino felix\n Put it in a capsule seal it deal it\n How you want it nicky baby? 4 times 5\n A quarter ounce of weed and some cherry pot pies\n Excuse me if I'm greedy cuz I'm caught up in the lust\n I'll lie if ya want but I'm a tiga you can crust\n Cuz I'm on Fillmoe in a white velour suit\n In a blue kangol in my wu-tang boots\n Wit a back like a cobra cursed by the mail\n My manicured nails touch a triple beam scale\n Baby is a athlete body like a star\n Ya talkin' real bad freak meet me by the car\n"},{"id":7196826,"name":"Andre N Andre","trackName":"Andre N Andre","artistName":"Andre Nickatina","albumName":"Bullets, Blunts, N Ah Big Bank Roll","duration":231.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Mac Dre--\nBackwoods got me congested, ain't rested in 2 days\nI'm gettin paid been on niggas head like toupes\nI'm a thug 'cause wipe the blood out yo gaze\nCutthoat nigga bitch I scam on 'em fo days\nIn school days I blew baze got ripped and fucked up\nIn new jays on 2 ways I scritched and scratched up\nI beat that bitch up when I found out she lyin\nWho she think I am? Saving Private Ryan?\nAndre Nickatina--\nI make the town move just by walkin on your block\nTake the keys to yo city but I still picked the locks\nBuy a car and a glock put the cash in my socks\nPut the beat in the trunk so ya hear the shit knock\nTo hell with the law the freeways mines\nSo is yo freak, radios, and alpines\nCoke wit a little bit of cherry lemon lime\nYa think of me ya think of big money everytime\nKennel Cole shine like the trigger of a nine\nOrca was a whale but pisces is the sign\nMac Dre--\nI got split personalities I'm bipolar\nYa might see me wit my Italion stallion or my chola\nRap rock n rolla I'm dope as yola\nIf you don't pimp her, I might like ?\nI'm ridin in a big boat like Noah\nWit 2 women of each races boy I control her\nA ho a ho stable I'm a Mac and a medic\nNo do ho debt it, that's right I said it\nAndre Nickatina--\nI treat my dolla bills like my Caddy steering wheel\nI'm not a chill pill freak do what ya will\nHeart ticking like a timebomb eatin spicy prawns\nMan its the God of Khan check it baby right or wrong\nMan look but don't stare its the crime rhyme king\nWit braids like a juvenile ca na mean?\nBruce springsteen in my anchor blue jeans\nO yea I'm in yo city man what's up wit the weed?\nMan call all the g's and tell em all freeze\nAndre Nickatina sayin nigga what ya need?\nHit the corner so narrow in a fly blue camaro\nA sparrow dodging arrow but not a double barrel\nMac Dre--\nWe in a 7 series beema its me and nickatina\nReady to sexually harass a bitch like Martin did Geena\nCommitin felonies and hella misdemeanors\nA dog in the yard where the grass is hella greener\nRap singer pimp that'll slap Tina\nI mack Nina from black to latina\nClean as noxzema quick to pop the nina\nGot the money from the broad as soon as I seen her\nWill I meet a Tina and Trina? got dick by the bay on the berkeley marina\nDon't mean to the point the finger but uh (but uh)\nShe got pancake syrup but uh (but uh)\nAndre Nickatina--\nman the way I smoke weed is like death of a genius\nReappear roll up rise like a phoenix\nThis is not a remix nino felix\nPut it in a capsule seal it deal it\nHow you want it nicky baby? 4 times 5\nA quarter ounce of weed and some cherry pot pies\nExcuse me if I'm greedy 'cause I'm caught up in the lust\nIll lie if ya want but I'm a tiga you can trust\n'cause I'm on Fillmoe in a white velour suit\nIn a blue kangol in my wu-tang boots\nWit a back like a cobra cursed by the mail\nMy manicured nails touch a triple beam scale\nBaby is a athlete body like a star\nYa talkin real bad freak meet me by the car","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Andre N Andre\n artist: Andre Nickatina\n album: Bullets, Blunts, N Ah Big Bank Roll\n duration_ms: 231000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Mac Dre--\n Backwoods got me congested, ain't rested in 2 days\n I'm gettin paid been on niggas head like toupes\n I'm a thug 'cause wipe the blood out yo gaze\n Cutthoat nigga bitch I scam on 'em fo days\n In school days I blew baze got ripped and fucked up\n In new jays on 2 ways I scritched and scratched up\n I beat that bitch up when I found out she lyin\n Who she think I am? Saving Private Ryan?\n Andre Nickatina--\n I make the town move just by walkin on your block\n Take the keys to yo city but I still picked the locks\n Buy a car and a glock put the cash in my socks\n Put the beat in the trunk so ya hear the shit knock\n To hell with the law the freeways mines\n So is yo freak, radios, and alpines\n Coke wit a little bit of cherry lemon lime\n Ya think of me ya think of big money everytime\n Kennel Cole shine like the trigger of a nine\n Orca was a whale but pisces is the sign\n Mac Dre--\n I got split personalities I'm bipolar\n Ya might see me wit my Italion stallion or my chola\n Rap rock n rolla I'm dope as yola\n If you don't pimp her, I might like ?\n I'm ridin in a big boat like Noah\n Wit 2 women of each races boy I control her\n A ho a ho stable I'm a Mac and a medic\n No do ho debt it, that's right I said it\n Andre Nickatina--\n I treat my dolla bills like my Caddy steering wheel\n I'm not a chill pill freak do what ya will\n Heart ticking like a timebomb eatin spicy prawns\n Man its the God of Khan check it baby right or wrong\n Man look but don't stare its the crime rhyme king\n Wit braids like a juvenile ca na mean?\n Bruce springsteen in my anchor blue jeans\n O yea I'm in yo city man what's up wit the weed?\n Man call all the g's and tell em all freeze\n Andre Nickatina sayin nigga what ya need?\n Hit the corner so narrow in a fly blue camaro\n A sparrow dodging arrow but not a double barrel\n Mac Dre--\n We in a 7 series beema its me and nickatina\n Ready to sexually harass a bitch like Martin did Geena\n Commitin felonies and hella misdemeanors\n A dog in the yard where the grass is hella greener\n Rap singer pimp that'll slap Tina\n I mack Nina from black to latina\n Clean as noxzema quick to pop the nina\n Got the money from the broad as soon as I seen her\n Will I meet a Tina and Trina? got dick by the bay on the berkeley marina\n Don't mean to the point the finger but uh (but uh)\n She got pancake syrup but uh (but uh)\n Andre Nickatina--\n man the way I smoke weed is like death of a genius\n Reappear roll up rise like a phoenix\n This is not a remix nino felix\n Put it in a capsule seal it deal it\n How you want it nicky baby? 4 times 5\n A quarter ounce of weed and some cherry pot pies\n Excuse me if I'm greedy 'cause I'm caught up in the lust\n Ill lie if ya want but I'm a tiga you can trust\n 'cause I'm on Fillmoe in a white velour suit\n In a blue kangol in my wu-tang boots\n Wit a back like a cobra cursed by the mail\n My manicured nails touch a triple beam scale\n Baby is a athlete body like a star\n Ya talkin real bad freak meet me by the car\n"},{"id":6806868,"name":"Andre-N-Andre","trackName":"Andre-N-Andre","artistName":"Andre Nickatina","albumName":"Bullets, Blunts N Ah Big Bankroll (7 MC Theory)","duration":231.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Backwoods got me congested, ain't rested in 2 days\nI'm gettin paid been on niggas head like toupes\nI'm a thug cuz wipe the blood out yo gaze\nCutthroat nigga bitch I scam on 'em fo days\nIn school days I blew baze got ripped and fucked up\nIn new jays on 2 ways I scritched and scratched up\nI beat that bitch up when I found out she lyin\nWho she think I am? Saving Private Ryan?\n\nI make the town move just by walkin' on your block\nTake the keys to yo city but I still picked the locks\nBuy a car and a glock put the cash in my socks\nPut the beat in the trunk so ya hear the shit knock\nTo hell with the law the freeways mines\nSo is yo freak, radios, and alpines\nCoke wit a little bit of cherry lemon lime\nYa think of me ya think of big money everytime\nKennel Cole shine like the trigger of a nine\nOrca was a whale but pisces is the sign\n\nI got split personalities I'm bipolar\nYa might see me wit my Italion stallion or my chola\nRap rock n rolla I'm dope as yola\nIf you don't pimp her, I might like?\nI'm ridin' in a big boat like Noah\nWit 2 women of each races boy I control her\nA ho a ho stable I'm a Mac and a medic\nNo do ho debt it, that's right I said it\n\nI treat my dolla bills like my Caddy steering wheel\nI'm not a chill pill freak do what ya will\nHeart ticking like a timebomb eatin' spicy prawns\nMan its the God of Khan check it baby right or wrong\nMan look but don't stare its the crime rhyme king\nWit braids like a juvenile ca na mean?\nBruce Springsteen in my anchor blue jeans\nO yea im in yo city man what's up wit the weed?\nMan call all the g's and tell 'em all freeze\nAndre Nickatina sayin nigga what ya need?\nHit the corner so narrow in a fly blue camaro\nA sparrow dodging arrow but not a double barrel\n\nWe in a 7 series beema its me and nickatina\nReady to sexually harass a bitch like?\nCommitin' felonies and hella misdameanors\nA dog in the yard where the grass is hella greener\nRap singer pimp thatll slap Tina\nI mack Nina from black to latina\nClean as noxzema quick to pop the nina\nGot the money from the broad as soon as I seen her\nWill I meet a Tina and Trina? got dick by the bay on the Berkeley marina\nDon't mean to the point the finger but uh (but uh)\nShe got pancake syrup but uh (but uh)\n\nMan the way I smoke weed is like death of a genius\nReappear roll up rise like a phoenix\nThis is not a remix nino felix\nPut it in a capsule seal it deal it\nHow you want it nicky baby? 4 times 5\nA quarter ounce of weed and some cherry pot pies\nExcuse me if I'm greedy cuz I'm caught up in the lust\nI'll lie if ya want but I'm a tiga you can crust\nCuz I'm on Fillmoe in a white velour suit\nIn a blue kangol in my wu-tang boots\nWit a back like a cobra cursed by the mail\nMy manicured nails touch a triple beam scale\nBaby is a athlete body like a star\nYa talkin' real bad freak meet me by the car","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Andre-N-Andre\n artist: Andre Nickatina\n album: Bullets, Blunts N Ah Big Bankroll (7 MC Theory)\n duration_ms: 231000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Backwoods got me congested, ain't rested in 2 days\n I'm gettin paid been on niggas head like toupes\n I'm a thug cuz wipe the blood out yo gaze\n Cutthroat nigga bitch I scam on 'em fo days\n In school days I blew baze got ripped and fucked up\n In new jays on 2 ways I scritched and scratched up\n I beat that bitch up when I found out she lyin\n Who she think I am? Saving Private Ryan?\n\n I make the town move just by walkin' on your block\n Take the keys to yo city but I still picked the locks\n Buy a car and a glock put the cash in my socks\n Put the beat in the trunk so ya hear the shit knock\n To hell with the law the freeways mines\n So is yo freak, radios, and alpines\n Coke wit a little bit of cherry lemon lime\n Ya think of me ya think of big money everytime\n Kennel Cole shine like the trigger of a nine\n Orca was a whale but pisces is the sign\n\n I got split personalities I'm bipolar\n Ya might see me wit my Italion stallion or my chola\n Rap rock n rolla I'm dope as yola\n If you don't pimp her, I might like?\n I'm ridin' in a big boat like Noah\n Wit 2 women of each races boy I control her\n A ho a ho stable I'm a Mac and a medic\n No do ho debt it, that's right I said it\n\n I treat my dolla bills like my Caddy steering wheel\n I'm not a chill pill freak do what ya will\n Heart ticking like a timebomb eatin' spicy prawns\n Man its the God of Khan check it baby right or wrong\n Man look but don't stare its the crime rhyme king\n Wit braids like a juvenile ca na mean?\n Bruce Springsteen in my anchor blue jeans\n O yea im in yo city man what's up wit the weed?\n Man call all the g's and tell 'em all freeze\n Andre Nickatina sayin nigga what ya need?\n Hit the corner so narrow in a fly blue camaro\n A sparrow dodging arrow but not a double barrel\n\n We in a 7 series beema its me and nickatina\n Ready to sexually harass a bitch like?\n Commitin' felonies and hella misdameanors\n A dog in the yard where the grass is hella greener\n Rap singer pimp thatll slap Tina\n I mack Nina from black to latina\n Clean as noxzema quick to pop the nina\n Got the money from the broad as soon as I seen her\n Will I meet a Tina and Trina? got dick by the bay on the Berkeley marina\n Don't mean to the point the finger but uh (but uh)\n She got pancake syrup but uh (but uh)\n\n Man the way I smoke weed is like death of a genius\n Reappear roll up rise like a phoenix\n This is not a remix nino felix\n Put it in a capsule seal it deal it\n How you want it nicky baby? 4 times 5\n A quarter ounce of weed and some cherry pot pies\n Excuse me if I'm greedy cuz I'm caught up in the lust\n I'll lie if ya want but I'm a tiga you can crust\n Cuz I'm on Fillmoe in a white velour suit\n In a blue kangol in my wu-tang boots\n Wit a back like a cobra cursed by the mail\n My manicured nails touch a triple beam scale\n Baby is a athlete body like a star\n Ya talkin' real bad freak meet me by the car\n"},{"id":9303968,"name":"Andre N Andre","trackName":"Andre N Andre","artistName":"Andre Nickatina","albumName":"Ugly Money 2 - Love It and Count It","duration":231.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Mac Dre--\nBackwoods got me congested, ain't rested in 2 days\nI'm gettin paid been on niggas head like toupes\nI'm a thug 'cause wipe the blood out yo gaze\nCutthoat nigga bitch I scam on 'em fo days\nIn school days I blew baze got ripped and fucked up\nIn new jays on 2 ways I scritched and scratched up\nI beat that bitch up when I found out she lyin\nWho she think I am? Saving Private Ryan?\nAndre Nickatina--\nI make the town move just by walkin on your block\nTake the keys to yo city but I still picked the locks\nBuy a car and a glock put the cash in my socks\nPut the beat in the trunk so ya hear the shit knock\nTo hell with the law the freeways mines\nSo is yo freak, radios, and alpines\nCoke wit a little bit of cherry lemon lime\nYa think of me ya think of big money everytime\nKennel Cole shine like the trigger of a nine\nOrca was a whale but pisces is the sign\nMac Dre--\nI got split personalities I'm bipolar\nYa might see me wit my Italion stallion or my chola\nRap rock n rolla I'm dope as yola\nIf you don't pimp her, I might like ?\nI'm ridin in a big boat like Noah\nWit 2 women of each races boy I control her\nA ho a ho stable I'm a Mac and a medic\nNo do ho debt it, that's right I said it\nAndre Nickatina--\nI treat my dolla bills like my Caddy steering wheel\nI'm not a chill pill freak do what ya will\nHeart ticking like a timebomb eatin spicy prawns\nMan its the God of Khan check it baby right or wrong\nMan look but don't stare its the crime rhyme king\nWit braids like a juvenile ca na mean?\nBruce springsteen in my anchor blue jeans\nO yea I'm in yo city man what's up wit the weed?\nMan call all the g's and tell em all freeze\nAndre Nickatina sayin nigga what ya need?\nHit the corner so narrow in a fly blue camaro\nA sparrow dodging arrow but not a double barrel\nMac Dre--\nWe in a 7 series beema its me and nickatina\nReady to sexually harass a bitch like Martin did Geena\nCommitin felonies and hella misdemeanors\nA dog in the yard where the grass is hella greener\nRap singer pimp that'll slap Tina\nI mack Nina from black to latina\nClean as noxzema quick to pop the nina\nGot the money from the broad as soon as I seen her\nWill I meet a Tina and Trina? got dick by the bay on the berkeley marina\nDon't mean to the point the finger but uh (but uh)\nShe got pancake syrup but uh (but uh)\nAndre Nickatina--\nman the way I smoke weed is like death of a genius\nReappear roll up rise like a phoenix\nThis is not a remix nino felix\nPut it in a capsule seal it deal it\nHow you want it nicky baby? 4 times 5\nA quarter ounce of weed and some cherry pot pies\nExcuse me if I'm greedy 'cause I'm caught up in the lust\nIll lie if ya want but I'm a tiga you can trust\n'cause I'm on Fillmoe in a white velour suit\nIn a blue kangol in my wu-tang boots\nWit a back like a cobra cursed by the mail\nMy manicured nails touch a triple beam scale\nBaby is a athlete body like a star\nYa talkin real bad freak meet me by the car","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Andre N Andre\n artist: Andre Nickatina\n album: Ugly Money 2 - Love It and Count It\n duration_ms: 231000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Mac Dre--\n Backwoods got me congested, ain't rested in 2 days\n I'm gettin paid been on niggas head like toupes\n I'm a thug 'cause wipe the blood out yo gaze\n Cutthoat nigga bitch I scam on 'em fo days\n In school days I blew baze got ripped and fucked up\n In new jays on 2 ways I scritched and scratched up\n I beat that bitch up when I found out she lyin\n Who she think I am? Saving Private Ryan?\n Andre Nickatina--\n I make the town move just by walkin on your block\n Take the keys to yo city but I still picked the locks\n Buy a car and a glock put the cash in my socks\n Put the beat in the trunk so ya hear the shit knock\n To hell with the law the freeways mines\n So is yo freak, radios, and alpines\n Coke wit a little bit of cherry lemon lime\n Ya think of me ya think of big money everytime\n Kennel Cole shine like the trigger of a nine\n Orca was a whale but pisces is the sign\n Mac Dre--\n I got split personalities I'm bipolar\n Ya might see me wit my Italion stallion or my chola\n Rap rock n rolla I'm dope as yola\n If you don't pimp her, I might like ?\n I'm ridin in a big boat like Noah\n Wit 2 women of each races boy I control her\n A ho a ho stable I'm a Mac and a medic\n No do ho debt it, that's right I said it\n Andre Nickatina--\n I treat my dolla bills like my Caddy steering wheel\n I'm not a chill pill freak do what ya will\n Heart ticking like a timebomb eatin spicy prawns\n Man its the God of Khan check it baby right or wrong\n Man look but don't stare its the crime rhyme king\n Wit braids like a juvenile ca na mean?\n Bruce springsteen in my anchor blue jeans\n O yea I'm in yo city man what's up wit the weed?\n Man call all the g's and tell em all freeze\n Andre Nickatina sayin nigga what ya need?\n Hit the corner so narrow in a fly blue camaro\n A sparrow dodging arrow but not a double barrel\n Mac Dre--\n We in a 7 series beema its me and nickatina\n Ready to sexually harass a bitch like Martin did Geena\n Commitin felonies and hella misdemeanors\n A dog in the yard where the grass is hella greener\n Rap singer pimp that'll slap Tina\n I mack Nina from black to latina\n Clean as noxzema quick to pop the nina\n Got the money from the broad as soon as I seen her\n Will I meet a Tina and Trina? got dick by the bay on the berkeley marina\n Don't mean to the point the finger but uh (but uh)\n She got pancake syrup but uh (but uh)\n Andre Nickatina--\n man the way I smoke weed is like death of a genius\n Reappear roll up rise like a phoenix\n This is not a remix nino felix\n Put it in a capsule seal it deal it\n How you want it nicky baby? 4 times 5\n A quarter ounce of weed and some cherry pot pies\n Excuse me if I'm greedy 'cause I'm caught up in the lust\n Ill lie if ya want but I'm a tiga you can trust\n 'cause I'm on Fillmoe in a white velour suit\n In a blue kangol in my wu-tang boots\n Wit a back like a cobra cursed by the mail\n My manicured nails touch a triple beam scale\n Baby is a athlete body like a star\n Ya talkin real bad freak meet me by the car\n"},{"id":9303967,"name":"Andre N Andre","trackName":"Andre N Andre","artistName":"Andre Nickatina","albumName":"Khanthology","duration":231.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Mac Dre--\nBackwoods got me congested, ain't rested in 2 days\nI'm gettin paid been on niggas head like toupes\nI'm a thug 'cause wipe the blood out yo gaze\nCutthoat nigga bitch I scam on 'em fo days\nIn school days I blew baze got ripped and fucked up\nIn new jays on 2 ways I scritched and scratched up\nI beat that bitch up when I found out she lyin\nWho she think I am? Saving Private Ryan?\nAndre Nickatina--\nI make the town move just by walkin on your block\nTake the keys to yo city but I still picked the locks\nBuy a car and a glock put the cash in my socks\nPut the beat in the trunk so ya hear the shit knock\nTo hell with the law the freeways mines\nSo is yo freak, radios, and alpines\nCoke wit a little bit of cherry lemon lime\nYa think of me ya think of big money everytime\nKennel Cole shine like the trigger of a nine\nOrca was a whale but pisces is the sign\nMac Dre--\nI got split personalities I'm bipolar\nYa might see me wit my Italion stallion or my chola\nRap rock n rolla I'm dope as yola\nIf you don't pimp her, I might like ?\nI'm ridin in a big boat like Noah\nWit 2 women of each races boy I control her\nA ho a ho stable I'm a Mac and a medic\nNo do ho debt it, that's right I said it\nAndre Nickatina--\nI treat my dolla bills like my Caddy steering wheel\nI'm not a chill pill freak do what ya will\nHeart ticking like a timebomb eatin spicy prawns\nMan its the God of Khan check it baby right or wrong\nMan look but don't stare its the crime rhyme king\nWit braids like a juvenile ca na mean?\nBruce springsteen in my anchor blue jeans\nO yea I'm in yo city man what's up wit the weed?\nMan call all the g's and tell em all freeze\nAndre Nickatina sayin nigga what ya need?\nHit the corner so narrow in a fly blue camaro\nA sparrow dodging arrow but not a double barrel\nMac Dre--\nWe in a 7 series beema its me and nickatina\nReady to sexually harass a bitch like Martin did Geena\nCommitin felonies and hella misdemeanors\nA dog in the yard where the grass is hella greener\nRap singer pimp that'll slap Tina\nI mack Nina from black to latina\nClean as noxzema quick to pop the nina\nGot the money from the broad as soon as I seen her\nWill I meet a Tina and Trina? got dick by the bay on the berkeley marina\nDon't mean to the point the finger but uh (but uh)\nShe got pancake syrup but uh (but uh)\nAndre Nickatina--\nman the way I smoke weed is like death of a genius\nReappear roll up rise like a phoenix\nThis is not a remix nino felix\nPut it in a capsule seal it deal it\nHow you want it nicky baby? 4 times 5\nA quarter ounce of weed and some cherry pot pies\nExcuse me if I'm greedy 'cause I'm caught up in the lust\nIll lie if ya want but I'm a tiga you can trust\n'cause I'm on Fillmoe in a white velour suit\nIn a blue kangol in my wu-tang boots\nWit a back like a cobra cursed by the mail\nMy manicured nails touch a triple beam scale\nBaby is a athlete body like a star\nYa talkin real bad freak meet me by the car","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Andre N Andre\n artist: Andre Nickatina\n album: Khanthology\n duration_ms: 231000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Mac Dre--\n Backwoods got me congested, ain't rested in 2 days\n I'm gettin paid been on niggas head like toupes\n I'm a thug 'cause wipe the blood out yo gaze\n Cutthoat nigga bitch I scam on 'em fo days\n In school days I blew baze got ripped and fucked up\n In new jays on 2 ways I scritched and scratched up\n I beat that bitch up when I found out she lyin\n Who she think I am? Saving Private Ryan?\n Andre Nickatina--\n I make the town move just by walkin on your block\n Take the keys to yo city but I still picked the locks\n Buy a car and a glock put the cash in my socks\n Put the beat in the trunk so ya hear the shit knock\n To hell with the law the freeways mines\n So is yo freak, radios, and alpines\n Coke wit a little bit of cherry lemon lime\n Ya think of me ya think of big money everytime\n Kennel Cole shine like the trigger of a nine\n Orca was a whale but pisces is the sign\n Mac Dre--\n I got split personalities I'm bipolar\n Ya might see me wit my Italion stallion or my chola\n Rap rock n rolla I'm dope as yola\n If you don't pimp her, I might like ?\n I'm ridin in a big boat like Noah\n Wit 2 women of each races boy I control her\n A ho a ho stable I'm a Mac and a medic\n No do ho debt it, that's right I said it\n Andre Nickatina--\n I treat my dolla bills like my Caddy steering wheel\n I'm not a chill pill freak do what ya will\n Heart ticking like a timebomb eatin spicy prawns\n Man its the God of Khan check it baby right or wrong\n Man look but don't stare its the crime rhyme king\n Wit braids like a juvenile ca na mean?\n Bruce springsteen in my anchor blue jeans\n O yea I'm in yo city man what's up wit the weed?\n Man call all the g's and tell em all freeze\n Andre Nickatina sayin nigga what ya need?\n Hit the corner so narrow in a fly blue camaro\n A sparrow dodging arrow but not a double barrel\n Mac Dre--\n We in a 7 series beema its me and nickatina\n Ready to sexually harass a bitch like Martin did Geena\n Commitin felonies and hella misdemeanors\n A dog in the yard where the grass is hella greener\n Rap singer pimp that'll slap Tina\n I mack Nina from black to latina\n Clean as noxzema quick to pop the nina\n Got the money from the broad as soon as I seen her\n Will I meet a Tina and Trina? got dick by the bay on the berkeley marina\n Don't mean to the point the finger but uh (but uh)\n She got pancake syrup but uh (but uh)\n Andre Nickatina--\n man the way I smoke weed is like death of a genius\n Reappear roll up rise like a phoenix\n This is not a remix nino felix\n Put it in a capsule seal it deal it\n How you want it nicky baby? 4 times 5\n A quarter ounce of weed and some cherry pot pies\n Excuse me if I'm greedy 'cause I'm caught up in the lust\n Ill lie if ya want but I'm a tiga you can trust\n 'cause I'm on Fillmoe in a white velour suit\n In a blue kangol in my wu-tang boots\n Wit a back like a cobra cursed by the mail\n My manicured nails touch a triple beam scale\n Baby is a athlete body like a star\n Ya talkin real bad freak meet me by the car\n"},{"id":11733703,"name":"Andre n Andre","trackName":"Andre n Andre","artistName":"Andre Nickatina","albumName":"A Tale of Two Andres","duration":231.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Backwoods got me congested, ain't rested in two days\nI'm gettin' paid, been on niggas' head like toupées\nI'm a thug, 'cause, rob the blood out you gays\nCutthroat nigga, bitch, I scam 'em for days\nOn school days, I blew bays, got ripped and fucked up\nIn new J's on 2-ways, I scritched and scratched up\nI beat that bitch up when I found out she lyin'\nWho she think I am, \"Saving Private Ryan\"?\n\nI make your town move just by walking on your block\nTake the keys to your city, but I still pick the lock\nBuy a car and a Glock, put the cash in my socks\nPut the beat in the trunk so you hear the shit knock\nTo hell with the law, the freeway's mines\nSo is your freak, radios and Alpines\nCoke with a little bit of cherry lemon lime\nYou think of me, you think of big money every time\nCandy coat shine like the trigger of a .9\nOrca was a whale, but Pisces is the sign\n\nI got split personalities, I'm bipolar\nYou might see me with my Italian stallion or my chola\nRap rock and roller, I'm dope as yola\nIf you don't pimp her, I might like Dola\nI'm riding in a big boat like Noah\nWith two women of each races, boy, I control her\nA ho, a ho stable, I'm a mack, and I'm ready\nNo dough, ho? Debit, that's right I said it\n\nI grip my dollar bills like my Caddy steering wheel\nI'm not a chill pill freak, do what you will\nHeart ticking like a time bomb eating spicy prawns\nMan, it's the god of Khan, check it, baby, right or wrong\nMan, look but don't stare, it's the crime rhyme king\nWith braids like a juvenile Khan, nah'mean?\nWent Bruce Springsteen in my Anchor Blue jeans\nOh yeah, I'm in your city, man, what's up with the weed?\n\nMan, call all the G's, and tell 'em all \"Freeze\"\nAndre Nickatina sayin' \"nigga, what you need?\"\nHit the corner so narrow in a fly blue Camaro\nA sparrow dodge a arrow but not a double barrel\n\nWe in a 7-Series Beamer, it's me and Nickatina\nReady to sexual harass a bitch like Martin did Gina\nCommittin' felonies and hella misdemeanors\nA dog in the yard where the grass is hella greener\nRap singer, a pimp done slapped Tina\nI mack meaner from Black to Latina\nClean as Noxzema, quick to pop the nina\nGot the money from the broad as soon as I seen her\nWilhelmina, Tina and Trina, got dick by the bay on the Berkeley Marina\nDon't mean to point the finger, but uh\nShe got pancake, syrup and butter\n\nMan, the way I smoke weed, it's like death of a genius\nReappear, roll up, rise like the phoenix\nThis is not a remix, Nino, Felix\nPut it in a capsule, seal it, deal it\nHow you want it, Nicky baby? Four times five\nA quarter ounce of weed and some cherry pie thighs\nExcuse me if I'm greedy 'cause I'm caught up in the lust\nI'd lie if you want, but I'm a tiger you can trust\n\n'Cause I'm on Fillmore in a white velour suit\nIn a blue Kangol, in my Wu-Tang boots\nWith a back like a cobra, cursed by the mail\nMy manicured nails touch a triple-beam scale\nBaby is a athlete, body like a star\nYou're talking real bad, freak, meet me by the car","syncedLyrics":"[00:23.68] Backwoods got me congested, ain't rested in two days\n[00:26.62] I'm gettin' paid, been on niggas' head like toupées\n[00:29.52] I'm a thug, 'cause, rob the blood out you gays\n[00:32.48] Cutthroat nigga, bitch, I scam 'em for days\n[00:35.38] On school days, I blew bays, got ripped and fucked up\n[00:38.20] In new J's on 2-ways, I scritched and scratched up\n[00:41.00] I beat that bitch up when I found out she lyin'\n[00:44.26] Who she think I am, \"Saving Private Ryan\"?\n[00:46.33] I make your town move just by walking on your block\n[00:48.96] Take the keys to your city, but I still pick the lock\n[00:51.82] Buy a car and a Glock, put the cash in my socks\n[00:54.75] Put the beat in the trunk so you hear the shit knock\n[00:57.95] To hell with the law, the freeway's mines\n[01:00.88] So is your freak, radios and Alpines\n[01:03.97] Coke with a little bit of cherry lemon lime\n[01:06.66] You think of me, you think of big money every time\n[01:09.87] Candy coat shine like the trigger of a .9\n[01:12.77] Orca was a whale, but Pisces is the sign\n[01:15.92] I got split personalities, I'm bipolar\n[01:19.02] You might see me with my Italian stallion or my chola\n[01:22.25] Rap rock and roller, I'm dope as yola\n[01:25.14] If you don't pimp her, I might like Dola\n[01:28.38] I'm riding in a big boat like Noah\n[01:30.45] With two women of each races, boy, I control her\n[01:33.89] A ho, a ho stable, I'm a mack, and I'm ready\n[01:36.72] No dough, ho? 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Saving Private Ryan?\n\n I make the town move just by walkin' on your block\n Take the keys to yo city but I still picked the locks\n Buy a car and a glock put the cash in my socks\n Put the beat in the trunk so ya hear the shit knock\n To hell with the law the freeways mines\n So is yo freak, radios, and alpines\n Coke wit a little bit of cherry lemon lime\n Ya think of me ya think of big money everytime\n Kennel Cole shine like the trigger of a nine\n Orca was a whale but pisces is the sign\n\n I got split personalities I'm bipolar\n Ya might see me wit my Italion stallion or my chola\n Rap rock n rolla I'm dope as yola\n If you don't pimp her, I might like?\n I'm ridin' in a big boat like Noah\n Wit 2 women of each races boy I control her\n A ho a ho stable I'm a Mac and a medic\n No do ho debt it, that's right I said it\n\n I treat my dolla bills like my Caddy steering wheel\n I'm not a chill pill freak do what ya will\n Heart ticking like a timebomb eatin' spicy prawns\n Man its the God of Khan check it baby right or wrong\n Man look but don't stare its the crime rhyme king\n Wit braids like a juvenile ca na mean?\n Bruce Springsteen in my anchor blue jeans\n O yea im in yo city man what's up wit the weed?\n Man call all the g's and tell 'em all freeze\n Andre Nickatina sayin nigga what ya need?\n Hit the corner so narrow in a fly blue camaro\n A sparrow dodging arrow but not a double barrel\n\n We in a 7 series beema its me and nickatina\n Ready to sexually harass a bitch like?\n Commitin' felonies and hella misdameanors\n A dog in the yard where the grass is hella greener\n Rap singer pimp thatll slap Tina\n I mack Nina from black to latina\n Clean as noxzema quick to pop the nina\n Got the money from the broad as soon as I seen her\n Will I meet a Tina and Trina? got dick by the bay on the Berkeley marina\n Don't mean to the point the finger but uh (but uh)\n She got pancake syrup but uh (but uh)\n\n Man the way I smoke weed is like death of a genius\n Reappear roll up rise like a phoenix\n This is not a remix nino felix\n Put it in a capsule seal it deal it\n How you want it nicky baby? 4 times 5\n A quarter ounce of weed and some cherry pot pies\n Excuse me if I'm greedy cuz I'm caught up in the lust\n I'll lie if ya want but I'm a tiga you can crust\n Cuz I'm on Fillmoe in a white velour suit\n In a blue kangol in my wu-tang boots\n Wit a back like a cobra cursed by the mail\n My manicured nails touch a triple beam scale\n Baby is a athlete body like a star\n Ya talkin' real bad freak meet me by the car\n"},{"id":15952550,"name":"Andre -N- Andre","trackName":"Andre -N- Andre","artistName":"Andre Nickatina feat. 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