All Star Chuck Taylors

[Bricktop (from the movie Snatch)] Goody gumdrops [Verse 1 Andre Nickatina] One thing I despise is virgin suicide Shere Khan is something that the wind cries The way I collect is like a bomb threat Meanin if you don't have my dough I'm a blow fa show You better have heat when you hang with this villian Meaning that its cold when I'm chillin Catch the fillin Slipped in on a banana peelin I seen them dead on the floor with the blood's skeeted to the ceiling I was like yo how that happen? Chuck taylors down gotta keep on rapping The one bullet, the right place at the right time Can turn a hell of a wave into a flat line My style don't pump no blood It pump weed and gasoline, Nicky Nickitine Man ectasy can twist yo spleen Tell that to the freak in them jeans, know what I mean? It's kind of ironic, make a phone call for the chronic And let my tigers hold the gin and tonic Man I curse so much it's blasphemy But I do what the rap gods ask of me Half heart, half hustle Have heart if you dont have muscle bite a punk ear in a tussle No love but I'm passionate, blow weed in the face of the baddest chick Get spin like a cd, I try not to get sleepy On the grind when it's creepy, street gods wanna teach me Pocahantes makin money for me bustin in the tee pee My All Star Chuck Taylors, stay laced like the mayor Street ball court player Rapid fire rhyme sayer You'll be like "Nicky man no fair", real proper I disappear like Jimmy Hoffa Reappear on Easter Pants in the heavy start to increase her T shirts with the vestes feature Miesha check it its the god of Khan Chuck Taylor down like the Ramidan Catch a feelin', slipped in on a banana peeling You got a scheme homie what you dealin Man the bad lieutenant With the blunt wrapped dope in it Its like Popeye with his spinach Run around like you playing tennis And you still ain't finished International keep the party crackin like pistachios The freaks got it poppin like a fashion show Make a move with me birdy baby grap the dough Like a linebacker I got a gift like a blind jacker Put a hole in your six packer The south paw with the lock jaw In the kitchen with the rock raw You remind me of cocaine and doo-doo stains Man its the shitty dope dealer Dirty worm catapilla Weed collide like the sun and the moon And I'm still trippin off that room with the blood on the ceiling Catch a fillin My chuck taylors got me creepin And rap dealin Come through and leave you stunned And in a shock And leave my heart on the block like a lost Glock In the bushes or woods man you do what you could With the little you got are you cold or hot Put it down with the plot, and got knocked And went to jail naked in ya shoes and socks Leave it up to ya woman man to move ya rocks And the freak turned the spot into a hot box Chuck Taylors All Stars and all stars Make my way to the bar and there you are Catch a fillin [Outro Sample] Hey sister, give me some of that cheese