nickel slick nigga Lyrics
| Song | nickel slick nigga |
| Artist | Kokane |
| Album | Deep Cover OST |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 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 | |
| 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 |
| 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 ' 64 | |
| Brothers tryin' ta tiptoe 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' 5, 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 | |
| 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 | |
| Allmeat 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 |
| 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 ' 64 | |
| Brothers tryin' ta tiptoe 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' 5, 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 | |
| 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 | |
| Allmeat 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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