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 referee official   the homie said he like the sound of hearin bullets whistle   i drive a automatic   i spit it like a addict   im tell baby girl with the curls she got talent   im somethin like a candle dealin with the wax   just me and you baby girl rollin in the lac   would ya holla backk      -Equipto   with g stacks baby bubble of 50   this dedicated to those who hustlin with me   shit i came clean to get back to the basics   from frisco the fastest track in the nation   you can hate on the store im taken it for   this aint hustle and flow i dont wait in the car ( hell no )   im no chaufferr yes mam no sir   so sure i could put her down right on your turf      -Andre Nickatina   the g's come in threes like piano keys   if your honeycomb is buzzin wit those honey bees   and banana trees and fly canapees   and ladys that be lookin like theyre vandati   man the cotton candy flow through my soul   man baby said she liked my style she'll never let it go   im Jack Clark candle sticks parked in a skylark   tennis shoes bad news student of the rap rule rhyme does      -Equipto   shit we no joke got them walkin the plank   and barfs juss like tony when hes talkin to frank   we be hopin out the van bags all in the back   and playin it to perfection we call it the game   blow rhyme a lit    on the field smile like donovan   you stay a while let me work up on your confidence   you know they gon hate fake hoes interagate   put her down on the same plate   man its fair play      -Andre Nickatina   my eyes are on the target i picture panasonic   i move through the crowd and try to hit her wit the knowledge   man let a baker bake    shes a vanilla shake   i like the strawberry sauce on my cheesecake   i dip around the lake when its quite like a wake   and when it comes again i try to crack it like a safe   the sun goes down and disappear in the shadows   or you reappear on the streets of seattle   i like the styles of the ginoco's   i come around thurbin runnin like im pete rose   and when i concatrate i do its like free throws   i tell noah youll sink ridin these flows   man double up you better buckle buckle and roll wit me   i put a lil twist and i mix it wit poetry   man two dymes could be the rope the fine fines   never have to listin never standin in line   the widewalk baby girl wins you can ride   and from the looks of it girl its cold outside   time after time ill be workin wit the prime   seventh in line im a zodiac sign   and ricochet game off your frame in your mind   i know you think its fun 'cause it aint no crime   wut you talkin bout