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  • Текст песни Dre Dog (Andre Nickatina) - Killin Of The Caine



    (Dre Dog talking)
    Drop it
    Yeah! (yeah)
    Wasup?
    This is uh...one of those cocaine style raps (you can say that again)
    For the killas (the who?)
    The real killas (right)
    That uh...that popped Dan
    This yo boy Dre Dog!
    Check it out (drop that shit there boy)

    (Dre Dog)
    Step into the mind of a visionary vocalist
    Focus this, picture this I'm 6 foot 6
    Ready for the battle like Desert Swarm
    Feel the welts on yo body from the extension cord
    Got you sweatin like a dancer
    Stress and gave you cancer
    Nigga you the wide receiver foo I'm Deion Sanders
    Prime Time niggas get turned like a channel
    Coke is this, fuck a bitch from Detroit to Seattle
    Indo got niggas thinkin fuckas wanna stop me
    Mothafuckas missin teeth boxin like hockey
    Rabbit, I'm not a kid but you can get the Trix
    You better have been sleepin cause I'm slammin Big Six
    BAM! Get the smellin salts he's unconscious!
    Tryin to go head up but juss cant stop this
    Treat me like a red but nigga don't push me
    Cause once my vocals hit the beat it's good like pussy

    Killa!
    Nigga?
    It's the Killin of the Caine
    Motha-fucka

    (Dre Dog)
    You live in a shell like a snail
    Moby Dick ass niggas get harpooned like a whale
    Not a killa (??doin niggarail??)
    Fuckin with the pinnacle
    Wishin for a miracle
    Situation Critical
    Lay it down, you betta expect the worst
    All screamin like a pregnant woman about to get burst
    In a taxi, now ask me, do you think I'm bluffin?
    I bet I got you listenin to me juss like I'm E.F. Huttin
    Or somethin, you fuckas gonna all have to learn
    Favorite boxer Tyson, second Tommy Hearns
    Hut hut hike!
    I'm runnin from the whites (who's that?)
    Cause 5-0 they only thing they see is my nights
    But check this out imagine prison under the ground
    Escapers at 0 and you can't hear a sound
    Fuck you man Scarface Al Pacino
    I'm coo tryin to get some good pussy up in Reno
    A key! Stolen from a druglord G!
    That means niggas gonna die for a fat fee
    The lick went sour, a rat of the name
    The dope got my life, the Killin of the Caine

    (Dre Dog talking)
    Run for cover (right)
    Yeah (no)
    Nigga (nigga)
    Mothafucka (mothafucka)
    It's the Killin of the Caine
    Wassup? I got some catterpiller killers in the house (who you got in
    this
    mothafucka now?)
    My nigga Coughnut (thats right)
    Mike Mike (Mike Mike)
    My nigga P-Ride (nigga P-Ride)
    My nigga (my nigga)
    Lo-Lo
    STOP!
    Thought I forgot about you huh nigga?