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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,
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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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