(Nicky)   It's the bazooka chooka drivin just like im blowin lutha   Look to the future on a dime doin karmasutra   Jump out a supa' benz me and my supa' friends   Thinkin on some supa' ends, Eatin soul food again   Man fully loaded and quoted, you know devoted and wrote it   And you can never decode it, If I can sell it I sold it   It's Nicky kamikaze, at cha' party, at cha' party   I'll tell the guard ta' shoot cha'    Why you gotta lurk arody.      (Equipto)   Yea so pass the yak, back ta' back   Now I tilt my frisco hat   Hit the track and get the scratch    Then we blaze that indo sack   Hey im a rapper, ghost rider like casper   After hours crackin the partys full of my laughter   Pass the weed to me like M.D. and get to thizz dancin   Hyena crunk, like he a blunt and get the shit crackin   Ya need ta' know this weed ta' blow ya maybe that we can roll   But see at shows i up the stakes if you want Queez to flow   Follow the guest im so low in the flesh   I keep do'do' in my chest 'cause i dont know whats next   But now im livin fo' it, get in goin, everyone who spit it know it   Im reborn but could be gone and any given moment      (Nicky)   And im the numba 7, March 11,    engine revin, keep it steppin,   Weapon keptin, on the left in, man    this my confession, my souls controlled man   all through the penile, I wonder up in heaven if Ray Charles can see now   You never see smiles all on the boulevard   gotta shake the dope in jars