Cobra Status lyrics translation: ANDRE NICKATINA Cobra Status song texte and letras ANDRE NICKATINA Cobra Status tab, paroles and testo ANDRE NICKATINA Cobra Status Karaoke and Music Video - none yet
My drug ...(?) cuz they come in flocks
I can`t sleep cuz when I do I think the game gon` stop
So I`m awake like an owl at a quarter to three
I hit your window with a nickel, whatsup baby it`s me
Where I`m from we hate cops like we were bred to do it
Believe in Nike signs and gettin` high, so bitch just do it
Right or wrong over right, we`ll disobey
Smokin` weed, plottin(?) greed, listenin` to Shaday
Man I hustle all day, eatin` cat fish and stapper
Battle everyday and gat clappers to rappers(?)
Tryin` ta have paper from the bottom to the tip
Two words I can`t resist, motherfucker or bitch
I lost a few nickels but I never drop dimes
Huh, Pisces is the rap sign
Cobra Status!
Swingin` like the man from Atlantis
A ho(?) like Houdini, but like Houdini I will vanish
Baby wuz nineteen with a big ol` ass
Shit, (?) gave a nigga whiplash
Don`t ask me for money because I`m not gonna share it
Smokin` weed from Bob Marley cuz ...(?)
You best hope this wax don`t cut you
Hope one time don`t bust you
This style will finger fuck you
And partna I just cant trust you
Cobra Status!
Recognize game when it`s on your mind
You and that bitch playin` Andre rhymes
...(?) situation like an SP-12
Go to hell, I made bail, Nigga fresh outta jail
With the look of a replican, shit gets deep
Already gunnin` up, and man I`m bumpin` the beat
Real pimp shit all in your bra
But it wuz me with this my little cousin Bobby Shaw
Cobra Status!
Nigga I`m the lost pimp of Gladis
Colder than a 40 heart that`s shaked like a habit (?)
Nigga I`m a hawk, you a forest bunny rabbit
My crew stay true but we can also get savage
Cobra Status!
Bitch don`t call me unless the party iz packed
And gangsta shit iz bumpin` on every track
Nigga them dice ain`t got no love
Shakin` like a nigga scared behind his gun
Cuz see I tick like time and man I time like tick
Man niggas don`t forget it that we sure don`t forget it
It`s your recieva, your 6 feet n ova ...(?) ice creama
Rollin` chewy in a beama
With a poetic passion
And a functional fashion
Full tank of gas
And man I`m mashin`