My Wishes

(专辑： Bullets, Blunts In Ah Big Bankroll - 2004)

[Verse 1: Andre Nickatina]
Picture a blind man that can't see
Meaning the beauty he's supposed to see
God, it can't be
I slither low like a snake, the venom I spit uh make me shake
Look at the cakes I baked
Weed in my brain got me baptized
Unless you talking bout money, you ain't saying shit rap wise
I'm so addicted to red licorice and fine bitches
Khan lives forever man that's my wishes

[Verse 2: Equipto]
My wishes, studio(?) intense wishes
Bruce Lee, Tupac, and Jimmy Hendrix
(?) still here to legalize it
With no police around to ever read they rights
It's how I roll, you know my lifestyle is gold
Around the globe, they treat us like Al Capone
Wish I didn't need a blunt in my mouth to blow
But I'm so far gone that's how it go

[Verse 3: Andre Nickatina]
Yeah, two wishes and three bitches in the Cadillac
They wanna hit the club and this is where the party's at
Front line and in ya face like some gold teeth
My homie said he's like a butcher 'cause he loves beef
...(?) and two doors on the cutty
I had to laugh at him, cause that's my buddy
We used to chase bitches so vicious it was delicious
I heard a lil' genie sayin "Take more wishes"

[Verse 4: Equipto]
Wishin, why listen to a fool really give a fuck
Don't interrupt you stupid (?), I lit the blunt
We get ta cutting like a DJ do
The game's sheisty like a NFL replay booth
In your backpack party with all our throwbacks on
Suckas stare like they're impressed, sayin "Oh my god"
There go the whole back wall
...(?) playing to win
I'm in to win, I'm wishin but I couldn't pretend

[Verse 5: Andre Nickatina]
Shit, I side swipe you at the light just like a fender bender
There go your brain, with the game, so you don't remember
I'm block tonic off the chronic and I spit ebonics
Colt 45 in my eyes, so ...(?) hypnotic
The glock nine, some use it like a samurai
Run for your lives, or picture being paralyzed
I hold my raps with a grip of a rubber handle
And when I'm gone, man you picture it on every channel
In grey flannel, Nicky vest and name belt(?)
When I was scarred by the game and the pain felt
Excruciating, no duplicating this fury
Look at the lawyer with a grin for the hung jury
Four wishes, more wishes, man and more bitches
Man more weed, more G's, man and club bitches
The rap scriptures, we hold them like the bible
Imagine somebody shooting at your idol
...(?), like Clorox make it fade
Bust it 27 ways, we did it right away
Sneak weed up in heaven with the switches
Eating red licorice and lying with the bitches
I hate to do dishes, in love with my riches
Man it ain't suspicious why you sleeping with the fishes
These are my wishes, I got five wishes
Prime time live, getting high off my wishes