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ANDRE NICKATINA : Cobra Status lyrics

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ANDRE NICKATINA lyrics : "Cobra Status"

[Verse One]
My drug/rap competitors, they come in flocks
I can't sleep 'cause when I do I think the game gon' stop

So I'm awake like an owl at a quarter to three
I hit your window with a nickel, "What's up baby, it's me"
Where I'm from we hate cops like we were bred to do it

Believe in Nike signs and gettin' high, so (*##$ just do it
Right or wrong over right, we'll disobey
Smokin' weed, plottin' greed, listenin' to Sade

Man I hustle all day, eatin' cat fish and (?)
Battle everything from gat clappers to rappers
Try'na have paper from the bottom to the tip

Two words I can't resist; Mother$#&@er or (*##$
I lost a few nickels but I never drop dimes
Huh, Pisces is the rap sign

Cobra Status!
Swimmin' like the man from Atlantis
A hold like Houdini, but like Houdini I will vanish

Baby was nineteen with a big ol' $$#
%#@!, damn near gave a ^!$$% whiplash
Don't ask me for money because I'm not gonna share it

Smokin' weed from Bob Marley because he ...(?) the sheriff
You best hope this wax don't cut you
Hope one time don't bust you

This style will finger $#&@ you
And patna I just can't trust you
Cobra Status!


[Verse Two]
Recognize game when it's on yo' mind

You and that (*##$ playin' Andre rhymes
(?) situations like an SP-12
Go to hell, I made bail, ^!$$% fresh outta jail

With the look of the replican, %#@! gets deep
Already blunted up, and man I'm bumpin' the beat
Real pimp %#@! all in your bra

Thought it was me, but it's my little cousin Bobby Shaw
Cobra Status!
^!$$% I'm the lost pimp of Gladis

Colder than a (?) heart, that's shaked like a habit
^!$$% I'm a hawk, you a forest bunny rabbit
My crew stay true but we can also get savage

Cobra Status!

[Verse Three]

(*##$ don't call me unless the party is packed
And gangsta %#@! is bumpin' on every track
^!$$% them dice ain't got no love

Shakin' like a ^!$$% scared behind his gun
Cause see, I tick like time and man I time like tick
Man ^!$$%s don't forgive and we sure don't forget

It's the receiva, the six feet and ova, ...(?) ice creama
Rollin' cheeba in a beama
With a poetic passion, in a functional fashion

A full tank of gas, and man I'm mashin'
Speed like a Z-28 tinted crow
Look if you want, your reflection will show

Cobra Status

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