Bobble Heads

Andre Nickatina - Bobble Heads (ft. Black C) [Verse 1: Black C] Call me a psycho cus I just might go Shoot up ya block cus you’re walkin' on a tight-rope Plus I'm off that nitro, yea that’s that loud pack We don’t smoke bammer so its best that you fall back San Francisco ball cat, you’re fuckin with a Giant Ya niggas say ya real but the real is ya lyin (???) is what I don’t do, real is what I live by Fuck whatcha goin' through if you're tryna (tempt?) mine Im tryna get mine ballin fuck getting by You suckas hatin' cus you fallin' like a zipline While I sip wine with a thick bitch with thick thighs Small waist pretty face, tryna get high She said she like real niggas, no farce But you’re bitchmade actin worse than these broads Goin' through they menstral, all up in ya mental Just like a bitch ya keep dick up in ya dental Damn [Hook - Andre Nickatina] It’s the God Khan version, Magic, Ervin All them suckas is crashin', burnin' Money, gone, lookin all old Look at my poker face, I’ll never fold Cock, reload, sellout shows Mouse rangs and all thangs , pull out ya gold Don’t tell me about it homie, pull out ya hoes Hammer up like Stan Burrell on bail [Verse 2: Black C] You can hip, hop on the muthafuckin' jock Im an RBL nigga getting money 'round the clock And these bitches don’t stop when it comes to this black nigga In the Bay, I'm a legendary rap figure Plus a cap pealer, homie thats a fat nigga You're not loyal to the soil you's a rat nigga And I'm a real one, the last of a dying breed Im off kush muhfuckah you smoke bammer weed I fuck with top notch bitches in that Prada wear You fuck with low budget bitches with them bobble heads Yea, you niggas strictly sickly For real, you niggas can't get with me And you can believe it or not like Ripleys Ya boy been an underground king like Pimp C Or like Mac Dre, or like Mr. C I go hard on a bitch, no sympathy [Hook: Andre Nickatina] It’s the God Khan version, Magic, Ervin All them suckas is crashin', burnin' Money, gone, lookin all old Look at my poker face, I’ll never fold Cock, reload, sellout shows Mouse rangs and all thangs , pull out ya gold Don’t tell me about it homie, pull out ya hoes Hammer up like Stan Burrell on bail [Verse 3: Andre Nickatina] You say oh god cus im givin' you hell Leather jacket, adidas with them shells You can miss me like a stray bullet Gary Coleman on ya ass with a new Qillis Sheeit, God-Khan but I’m still a capo I let the weed hit me while Jimi Hendrix sang Sand Castles I dip through the big pineapple And if you see me real quick its something like an eye sample [Hook: Andre Nickatina] It’s the God Khan version, Magic, Ervin All them suckas is crashin', burnin' Money, gone, lookin all old Look at my poker face, I’ll never fold Cock, reload, sellout shows Mouse rangs and all thangs , pull out ya gold Don’t tell me about it homie, pull out ya hoes Hammer up like Stan Burrell on bail