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Lyricist: Andre Nickatina
Lyrics:
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 bitch just do it Right or wrong, wrong or right, we'll disobey Smokin' weed, plottin' greed, listenin' to Sade Man I hustle all day, eatin' cat fish and snapper Battle everything from gat clappers to rappers Try'na have paper from the bottom to the tip Two words I can't resist; Motherfucker or Bitch 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 ho like Whodini, but like Houdini I will vanish Baby was nineteen with a big ol' ass Shit, damn near gave a nigga whiplash Don't ask me for money because I'm not gonna share it Smokin' weed for Bob Marley because he bucked down the sheriff You best hope this wax don't cut you Hope one time don't bust you This style will finger fuck you And patna I just can't trust you Cobra Status!
Recognize game when it's on yo' mind You and that bitch playin' Andre rhymes Looping situation like an SP-12 Go to hell, I made bail, Nigga fresh outta jail With the look of the replicant, shit gets deep Already blunted up, and man I'm bumpin' the beat Real pimp shit all in your bra Thought it was me, but it's my little cousin Bobby Shaw Cobra Status! Nigga I'm the lost pip of Gladys Colder than a forty hard to shake like a habit Nigga I'm a hawk, you a forest bunny rabbit My crew stay true but we can also get savage Cobra Status!
Bitch don't call me unless the party is packed And gangsta shit is bumpin' on every track Nigga them dice ain't got no love Shakin' like a nigga scared behind his gun Cause see, I tick like time and man I time like tick Man niggas don't forgive and we sure don't forget It's the receiva, the six feet and ova, female 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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