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Andre Nickatina - Dice of Life (The Bottle) lyrics
Yeah it's a picture; yeah it's a job Maybe that's why I do it so odd Walk around just like I was god Kick it so live, when I'm with the gods Freeway strikin', we be lightin' If I die, remember the titan 22's, 25's, Chocolate 9's and 45's Let em rip, all through the sky This for the ones that hate that I'm high When you see me, it's no surprise Tap your brain, and blow your mind Bettin on Lakers, and takers and fakers, and makers And mami we do it for paper You come with the vapors and capers for papers Its cool, someone I'll call later Chorus: Me and my homies, love the bottle Like Tyson loves Cus D'amato So on them days you feelin' real bad Think of the best week that you've ever had Garlic tipped, and they love to hollow Like Tyson loves Cus D'amato So before you go to gettin' mad Think of the best week that you've ever had She like the Nikes, I like the 'didas She like the Reeboks, and I like the Filas She like the winners, and I like the cheaters She like the lion, I like the hyenas Spit some game, then hook up with Shaq On the Playstation, I'm known to brag Hook up with pimps that love the cash Man you should see how we giggle and laugh With of hearts of ice, the house is cold Its like Slick Rick, without the gold This right here is the life we chose No excuses just go for gold There's no producing, this perfect pose Hit the street in the freshest clothes Rip the stage, and bless the shows Spit the flows, and hit the do' Chorus #2: Most of my homies, love the bottle Like Tyson loves Cus D'amato So on them days you feelin' real bad Think of the best week that you've ever had Garlic tipped, and they love to hollow Like Tyson loves Cus D'amato So before you go to gettin' mad Think of the best week that you've ever had Don't tell me twice, I'm out the door Talk is not what I came here for Into the night, like the star by the moon The engine will rev, and the bass will go boom Just like the pirate that sailed the seas 13 thieves I do believe Yes of course they run with me Flash our rings, or that there freak Hot to handle, and hard to get Easy to rip, and hard to fix So rap your presence, I'll spit the gift Man you my homie, we'll split the spliff Ride like a maniac All in the Cadillac Tiga, whateva I'm draped in leather With angel wings, that rip the wind And a safety grin of a p-210 Chorus #3: Cuz all my homies love the bottle Like Tyson loves Cus D'amato So before you go to gettin' mad Think of the best week that you've ever had Guns they lust, and they love to hollow So before you go to gettin' mad Think of the best week that you've ever had ...Like Tyson loves Cus [Talking] This life of ours, this is a wonderful life If you can get through life and get away with it, hey that's great But it's very, unpredictable There are so many ways you can screw it up |
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