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Kokane
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Nickel Slick Nigga
Lyricist:Roy Ayers, Edwin Birdsong, Jerry Long
The city is a cool breeze day Word takes place in the city of L.A. I'm nine years old to be exact Check the bell bottoms, brown shirt with the dusty ol' cap
Goin' to the inn to see my dad And to get some new business Two dollars what a bargain I'm sittin' up the street while I'm humpin' a tune
The first time but witness somebody's tryin' ta jack fool The bump director was a also tryin' ta jack a '6-4 Brothers tryin' ta tip-toe and yo Pointin' at gauges tryin' ta take a brother's yea
He saw what was up, got out the beat and go and bail He just had to run in my direction But they smoked the players Now he's next to the sports section
But the player dropped the yea on the ground So then I picked it up, run down and around The corner, yo but through a nearby alley Escaped through a tiny gate
'Cos I was nickel slick 'Cos I was nickel slick 'Cos I was nickel slick 'Cos I was nickel slick
Huffin' and puffin' but I finally got to the pad My mother axe me where I was I said, 'Yo, I was over Snowy's house playin' some marks' She believed what I said so I went to my cars
You see I ship bones with my cousin, now he's mentally slow But he was a big ole kid, 6'5â€, 300 pounds or more Nicknamed 'Big Truck', took the shit out my pants around the product Told my cousin we gotta hustle and bustle to make money back
I make connections, you watch my back Set up a program, go and live instate But I wasn't sellin' drinks, I was sellin' big bags O' hundreds and quarters of doves, yeah
At this time I was gettin' more pud, yo From this car and that car and everybody wanna caught glockin' But me and Truck we was in luck Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com But the spot got hot, police raid, they took Truck to jail
But me, I got away, I was nickel slick 'Cos I was nickel slick I was nickel slick 'Cos I was nickel slick
Four years past, now I'm thirteen All-meat duster to go undercover My cousin's jail sentence was almost finished Now we packin' the streets in a mix, in it to win it
Calling cards, checkin' fools, checkin' names down Now I'm steady [unverified]sent to the ground Other hustlers knew I was doin my best cos I was a bawla young fly player from the West
All the pimped up cribs and comeona I'm up on the city so that way I can hit corners Now who would expect this little juvenile delinquent's Straight bawlin' y'all as they kept on bawlin' for it
It was a smooth operation you see 'Cos I had to your whole entire family lumpy Five years swoop now I'm eighteen I was steadily pimpin' Uncle Sam and foldin' the pimp game
At this time I was bust smokin' 5's Hook us up with an eighty cell [unverified] Lei Long was in effect and he said, 'Let's do this' Gave it up to eat then I sighed all poopless
But Truck was left on the spot, he knew what I'd do Hooked my cousin up with the crib and effect, not The Truck was livin' high, livin' schwell Me, I'm gettin' paid for my mega record sales So there it is, a player comin' up quick I guess I drawn a whole organization of players that are nickel slick
I guess I was nickel slick 'Cos I was nickel slick I was nickel slick
Yo Stan, won't cha price some nickel slick from me Right here, yeah, aha Why don't cha swing it up right here? Aah yeah, wooh, nigga sanctified, aah, right here Yo, I was a player that was nickel slick
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