U Got Talent

[Andre Nickatina] My Shirley Temples bang like a bang I like it when my new suits hang off the hanger It's like it's clear as crystal, it's referee official The homey said he liked the sound he hear when bullets whistle I drive a automatic, I spit it like a addict I'm tellin' baby girl with the curl she got talent I'm somthin' like a candle, dealin' with the wax That's me and you baby girl rollin in the 'Lac Would you holla back [Equipto] With G stacks baby bubble up fifty This dedicated to those who hustle it with me I came clean took it back to the basic From 'Frisco the fastest track in the nation You could hate on a star, I'm takin' it far This ain't Hustle & Flow, I don't wait in the car (hell naw) I'm no choffuer, yes man, no sir, so sure I could put her down right on your turf [Andre Nickatina] The G'S come in three's like piano keys If your honey going buzzin' with those honey bees And banana tree's and fly can of peas And ladies that be lookin' like they vanity Man that cotton candy flow through my soul Man baby said she like my style and never let it go I'm Jack Art Candle stick parked in the Skylark Tennis shoes, bad news Student of the rap move, rhyme jewels [Equipto] We know Joe got 'em walkin' the plank And boss us like Tony when he talkin' to Frank We'd be hoppin' out the van bags all in the bank And playin' it to perfection we call it the game Glow rimulate, on the field smile like Donovan We stay awhile, let me work up on your confidence You know they gon' hate, fake hoes interogate Put her down on same blade, mayne it's fair play [Andre Nickatina] My eyes are on the target, I picture Panasonic I move through the crowd and try to hit her with the knowledge Man let a backer bake, she's a vanilla shake I like the strawberry sauce on my Cheesecake I dip around the lake, when it's queit like awake And when it come to game I try to crack it like a safe The sun goes down I dissappear in the shadows Only to reappear in the streets of Seattle I like the style of the Kenneth Coles I come around third man runnin' like I'm Pete Rose And when I concentrate I do it like it's free throws I tell Noah, he'll sink ridin' these flows Man double up, you better buckle-n-buckle and roll with me I put a little twist and I mix it with poetry Man two dimes could be the road to fine vines Never have to listen, never standin' in line Man why walk baby girl when you can ride And from the looks of it girl it's cold outside Time after time I be workin' with the rhyme Seventh in line of my zodiac sign Man ricochet game off your frame in your mind I know you think it's fun cause it ain't no crime What you talkin' bout (what you talkin' bout)