One thing I despise is virgin suicide
Shere Khan is something that the wind cries
The way I collect is like a bomb threat
meanin if you don't have my doe
i'm a blow fa show
You better have heat when you hang with this villian
meaning that its cold when I'm chillin
Catch the fillin
Slipped down on a banana peelin
I seen them dead on the floor with the blood's keated to the ceiling
I was like yo how that happen?
Chuck taylors down gotta keep on rapin
The one bullet, the right place at the right time
can turn a hell of a wave into a flat line
my style don't pump no blood
it pump weed and gasoline, Nicky Nickitine
man ectasy can twist yo spleen
tell that to the freaky them jeans, know what I mean
It's kind of ironic, make a phone call for the chronic
And let my tigers hold the gin and tonic
man it hurts so much it blastin me
but I do what the rap gods askin me
Have heart, have hustle
have heart if you dont have muscle buy the punk gear in the tuscle
no love or passionate, blow weed in the face of the badest chick
yet spin like a cd, I try not to get sleepy
on the grind when it's creepy, street gods wanna teach me
pocahantes makin money for me bustin in the tee pee
My All Star Chuck Taylors, they lace like the mayor
street ball court player
rapinfied rhyme sayer
you be like Nicky man no favor, real poppa
I disappeare like Jimmy Hopper
reappear on Easter
pants in the heavy start to increase her
t shirts with the vestes feature
miesha check it its the god of Khan
Chuck Taylor down like the Ramidan
catchin feeling, you got a scheme homie what you dealin
man the bathroom tinted
with the blunt wrapped dope in it
Its like Popeye with his spinach
run around like you playing tennis
and you still aint finished
international keep the party crackin like its pistachios
the freaks got it poppin like a fashion show
make a move with me birdy baby like a linebacker
i got a gift like a blind jacker
put a whole new six packer
at south pole with the lock jaw
in the kitchen with the rock raw
you remind me of cocaine and do these thangs
man its the shitty dope dealer
dirty worm catapilla
weed collide like the sun and the moon
and I'm still trippin of that room with the blood on the ceiling
catch ya fillin
my chuck taylors got me creepin
and rap dealin
come through and leave you stunned
and in shock
and leave my heart on the block like the lost glock
in the bushes of wood man u did what you could
with the little you got are you cold or hot
put it down with the plot, and got knocked
and went to jail naked in ya shoes and socks
laughin up to ya woman man to move ya rocks
and the freak turned the spot into a hot box
Chuck Taylors All Stars and all stars
make my way to the bar and there you are
Catch ya fillin

Hey sister give me some of those shoes


Lyrics submitted by Adidasx007

All Star Chuck Taylors song meanings
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    General Commentthis is the best nickatina song ever.
    kayteekayon April 25, 2007   Link
  • 0
    General Commentwhy only one comment?

    this is one of the dopest songs ever. heard it from the darkstar video, since then i've been hooked on nickys raps. so good.

    GOODY GUM DROPS
    skimthefaton April 14, 2008   Link
  • 0
    General Commenthe likes chucks
    dodgers90on October 24, 2008   Link
  • 0
    General Commentthe damn lyrics arnt even right... over 5 fukin mistakes
    kingslothon December 20, 2008   Link
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    General CommentOne thing I despise is virgin suicide
    Shere Khan is something that the wind cries
    The way I collect is like a bomb threat
    Meanin' if you don't have my dough
    I'ma blow fa show
    You better have heat when you hang with this villian
    meaning that its cold when I'm chillin
    Catch the feelin'
    Slipped in on a banana peelin
    I seen them dead on the floor with the blood's keated to the ceiling
    I was like yo how that happen?
    Chuck taylors down gotta keep on rapin
    The one bullet, the right place at the right time
    Can turn a hell of a wave into a flat line
    My style don't pump no blood
    It pump weed and gasoline, Nicky Nickitine
    Man ectasy will twist yo spleen
    Tell that to the freak in them jeans, know what I mean?
    It's kind of ironic, make a phone call for the chronic
    And let my tigers hold the gin and tonic
    Man I curse so much its blasphemy
    But I do what the rap gods ask of me
    Half heart, half hussle
    Have heart if you dont have muscle buy the punk gear in the tuscle
    No love, unpassionate, blow weed in the face of the baddest chick
    Yeah, spin like a cd, I try not to get sleepy
    On the grind when it's creepy, street gods wanna teach me
    Pocahantes makin money befor we bustin in the tipi
    My All Star Chuck Taylors, they laced like the mayor
    Streetball court player
    Rapid fire rhyme sayer
    You be like Nicky man no favor, real poppa
    I disappeare like Jimmy Hoffa
    Reappear on Easter
    Pants in the heavy starch crease-a
    T shirts with the vested feature
    miesha check it its the god of Khan
    Chuck Taylor down like the Ramidan
    Catch a feelin, slipped in on a banana peelin'
    You got a scheme homie, what you dealin?
    Man the bad lieutenant
    With the blunt wrapped dope in it
    Its like Popeye with his spinach
    Run around like you playin tennis
    And you still aint finished
    International keep the party crackin like its pistachios
    The freaks got it poppin like a fashion show
    Make a move with me birdy baby grab the dough
    Like a linebacker
    I got a gift like a blind jacker
    Put a hole in your six packer
    At the Southpaw with the lock jaw
    In the kitchen with the rock raw
    You remind me of cocaine and doo doo stains
    Man its the shitty dope dealer
    Dirty worm catapilla
    We collide like the sun and the moon
    And I'm still trippin of that room with the blood on the ceiling
    Catch a feelin'
    My chuck taylors got me creepin
    And rap dealin
    Come through and leave you stunned
    And in shock
    Leave my heart on your block like a lost glock
    In the bushes or the woods, man you do what you could
    With the little you got, are you cold or hot
    Put it down with the plot, and got knocked
    You went to jail naked in ya shoes and socks
    Left it up to ya woman, man to move your rocks
    and the freak turned the spot into a hot box
    Chuck Taylors All Stars with hard stars???
    Make my way to the bar and there you are
    Catch a feelin'

    Hey sister give me some of that cheese








    I tried correcting the multitude of errors on this song's lyrics. I may not have got them all, and I may have possibly made some mistakes.
    Clapteron January 26, 2009   Link

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