Daiquiri Factory

[Hook] It's the daiquiri factory where niggas look after me Assault and battery it's sort of a tragedy Kicking it live right with killer suspension Smoking weed in the kitchen and so reluctant to listen (x 2) [Verse 1] Can you picture the perfect rhyme, the perfect tone, the perfect pitch? The perfect mind, the perfect crime, the perfect bitch? So materialistic it make me want to risk it Hoping the pigs don't pull me over with my new biscuit I'm sorta twisted, swerving to the next light I'll bet I be some Tanqueray in my next life Or a silver gat, man can you picture that? With all my cousins as bullets meant for the payback It's sort of slippery, kind of like the street is wet But I'm a vet so let your tiger recollect With all the pain fed up with the dope game That's why I still love my tigers that slang 'caine [Hook] [Verse 2] Baby said "You look sad, cheer up. What's your name?" I said "It's Andre, uh! I can't complain" I love singers and ghetto basketball players And I spit rap for all the legendary crack slingers We kick it live, buzzing like a bee hive And it'll remain that way until we hit the sky Like Public Enemy #1 Cats come to my show and say they uzi weigh a ton son You know the chemistry, do you remember me? Man, I'm your tiger from way back in '83 We ate ice cream and played hoops man We did all these things before the D game [Hook] Bye-bye