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Dre Dog (Andre Nickatina)
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Bakin Soda in Minnesota
52 carat blue diamond Rhymin', interior designin', grindin' Ricochet cheddar like me on the mic Roll your point, Hold your money when you're rollin' the dice, baby, Uhh.. Either you go crash-and-burn Or wake up in the morning with cash to earn, tiga Check it homie get good with me And just like a pawn your hooded king Who is that in the car? yo couldn't be All the way out here, yeah Nicki T Rush it, Get the weed sparked Get the party started And watch yo back fo the sharks Gettin cold-hearted
We got bakin soda All the way down in minnesota We got bakin soda Down in minnesota
I got a fetish for Adidas, boss But I betcha don't know what my Fila's cost, do ya Oh I'm cute, Like dem baby pit bulls And ain't no way you can touch my....
cool The 12th floor at the Marriot You know, me and my tigaz chill there a lot Fetti I sit alone when the mic's on Root for Tyson every time that the fight's on, kill 'em I remember I used to ride with Ness Flight at the midnight hide with jets You know Al Capone dyin The stage is set And I'm teflon down, t shirts and Guess Rhymes you can taste, Rhymes, Rhymes galore Rhymes you can buy at the candy store You know who I am, I'm like credit card scam Hot like soulfood, greens and yams Extra-curricula, Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com nuthin impaticular Hit the crowd like the mayor or the senator Shouldn've lied, I coulda been a good friend to ya
Now I got to get rid of ya, get gone
We got bakin soda All the way down in minnesota We got bakin soda Down in minnesota
I told my mom somethin' that made her cry Looked her in the eye and said rappers don't die We not gonna have insure, but we gon get by So most of us gonna be held high, Kick it' Now put the rhyme on a triple beam Now rock it up, and chop it up And try to grind into triple cream Don't get caught with the same scheme Meaning don't get caught with the same thing, King It's like you got to be hard Cuz hoes and niggaz wanna see you go soft I think they laugh when I take the loss But I'm a hyena so I got a laugh that break the law
The hot wax that's real fatal Cooked up to perfection like a weapon on a turntable They say Vetta's got a new baretta And he'll be aiming his gat like a crooked letter, Foreva I hit the night like stormy weather And if you brag about your freak I'mma say mine's way better I rotate like the hands of a clock And find ways to make my rap beat part of your block You better knock on the door tiga And lay them all on the floor tiga Bcuz I think they want more tiga I blow 'em out like a flat tire And hit the weed for Richard Pryor Then call 'em all straight liars The words in me like the tail of a fox So get the grease hot, nigga Or your tigaz'll be caught
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