U Got Talent -Andre Nickatina My shirley temples bang like a banger i like it when my new suits hang off the hanger its like its clear as crystal and
번역: 드레 개. U 재능이있어.
homey said he liked the sound he hear when bullets whistle I drive a automatic, I spit it like a addict I'm tellin' baby girl with the curl she got talent
a billion rhymes Damn, we still payed, we still payed Yeah, we got it made Aiyyo, this game ain't stoppin', we champagne poppin' Girl, I got shit that
it's so hard to put a cowards name in my rap Always acting tough, a jokester be fronting He got snuffed, he got shot in the thigh, he did nothing But
I.C.U. I see you is not original. It's pitiful, niggas ain't lyrical. Give me that deal, give me that miracle! They lackin' the talent, they lackin' the
of-nookies-got-me! Aaaaahh-Way Come-on-I-wanna-lay-ya! Aaaaahh-Way You got to find yourself a crazy kind of love! That's Right You got to find yourself
trees And I got my game, I said, "I got my game" From the OGs, smokin' reefer moonshine Poppin' oldies, but the whole plane change Yo you know me, shipped in from Cali got
feel like i'm wasting time, And my art is like an aura its draws me, towards yah... applause phwoa, You inspired the track who said you haven't got talent
I Parts with nothin', y'all be frontin' Me give my heart to a woman? Not for nothin', never happen I'll be forever mackin' Heart cold as assassins I got no passion, I got
You can never beat my talent so bitch don't tell me to go to hell I'm just a young and hard menace drivin' everything in site If you got a lil' bet tell
get no job, I got six gold teeth What the fuck i'ma do, I'm almost twenty two Motherfuck them white folk's I'm a sign with the "u" Want some talent
4-U-2-Know: Finally got ourselves together you ain't on too damn cold and we're pimpin' it Pimpin' ain't easy for a lady so we do what we gotta do '
'm just chasin what's already mine If the ones on top want my talent Just make sure i have a seven figure balance I am part of the talented ten And since
playin tonsil hockey with the spotty guy from fresh produce ...... was a guy that fully understood that the car that u drive is an extension of ur manhood as u
doors go up I got big boy toys, when you gon' grow up? Nigga knick knack pattywack, give a dog a bone Im still down to sell crack got a fiends home
dem fi kno dem place Ia??m gonna mek u start whine up yuh waist When mi put the lyrics to d drum na?? d base Baby girl cauh you got ah cute face An yuh
nothin', y'all be frontin' Me give my heart to a woman? Not for nothin', never happen I'll be forever mackin' Heart cold as assassins I got no passion, I got
