Andre Nickatina - Comb My Hair lyrics

Comb My Hair -Andre Nickatina i can see my reflection in my sons eyes and when i see them i know the lord cried when jesus died im not a saint i spred my wings like a condor i tell the boys to come get me like a matador i richochet like the bullets in a thugs car im located at the bar where the d** are i pack the house i pack the party all the gods no fat we like democrats politican on the badge i spent raps i comb my hair like god then hit up the city bumpin playboy tod then stroll up we let the weed blow up and the money fold up and not slow up you know what -Equipto you a cold duck im a dime p game runna smooth as silk i spit milk and make bu*ter a cold heart rhyme pace mind state lovark you keep hustlin hard but go so far i dont even think they hurt a pimps blood they cut deals wit b**hes up in the strip club i stake money and study and play day and night if ima be in the game then ima play it right we chops it up while thizzin backwoods let the hoe choose it she got the game backwards touchdown ima inzone dance any town i arrive ima frisco mac cant roll hash the gift got my bank rolled fat i leave the square beez she a castro f*g and mad 'cause im vivid wit this and hoe knockin tru to the sh** that i spit and wont stoppin -Andre Nickatina the street gamble make you travel and we can do it from the pineapple all the way down to the big apple i swang back and forth like a link chain my homie came to court sporting hema mink man im not an honor roll student if thats wut you tellin me do you try to leave your country wit a felony its like a symphony man when you witness me the holy water bay gang come and sprinkle me i comb my hair like god and hit up the city bumpin playboy tod man this is how we act and boy we dont act its like a winter snake and a mongoose react and blow back i swim laps in the river i lust with no life gaurd watchin when i splash and fuss i throw my soul in the numba 2 pencil it sounds like a bird when the g**ner wistle it was all so simple miss me with the riddles the cat fish hunter throw it right down the middle crackin 4 triple ricky keep runnin 'cause everybody know when the rap starts gunnin, gunnin -Equipto now chedder 2 serve news on the day she choose EQ dont really hook up on the rondevouz or any rain checks flaze runnin the same sh** life is what you make it and what the game give im the true and livin like a newer image im trying to ball wit out movin my pivot i got away wit it i usually stay fitted hyphy bay livin ill be lacin em all up on a fast track tellin we're the stash cats baby its a car day far from a lap dance still ima rap cat and i can tell you this i respect a hoe way more than a b**h b**h