All Star Chuck Taylors

this is the best nickatina song ever.

why 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

he likes chucks

the damn lyrics arnt even right... over 5 fukin mistakes

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 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.