Dre Dog (andre Nickatina) Cobra Status Lyrics

Cobra Status Lyrics

My drug/rap competitiors, they come in flocks



I can't sleep cuz when I do I think the game gon' stop



So I'm awake like an owl at a quarter to three



I hit your window with a nickel, Whats up baby it's me







Where I'm from we hate cops like we were bred to do it



Believe in Nike signs and gettin' high, so bitch just do it



Right or wrong over right, we'll disobey



Smokin weed, plottin greed listenin' to Sade







Man I hustle all day, eatin' cat fish and stapper



Battle everyday ...(?)



Tryin' ta have paper from the bottom to the tip



Two words I can't resist, motherfucker or bitch



I lost a few nickels but I never drop dimes



Huh, Pisces is the rap sign







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Swimmin' like the man from Atlantis



A ...(?) like Houdini, but like Houdini I will vanish



Baby was nineteen with a big ol' ass



Shit, damn near gave a nigga whiplash







Don't ask me for money because I'm not gonna share it



Smokin weed from Bob Marley because he ...(?)



You best hope this wax don't cut you



Hope one time don't bust you



This style will finger fuck you



And patna I just cant trust you







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Recognize game when it's on your mind



You and that bitch playin' Andre rhymes



(?) situations like an SP-12



Go to hell, I made bail, Nigga fresh outta jail







With the look of the replican, shit gets deep



Already blunted up, and man I'm bumpin' the beat



Real pimp shit all in your bra



But it was me ...(?) my little cousin Bobby Shaw







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Nigga I'm the lost pimp of Gladis



Colder than a 40 heart(?) that's shaked like a habit



Nigga I'm a hawk, you a forest bunny rabbit



My crew stay true but we can also get savage







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Bitch don't call me unless the party is packed



And gangsta shit is bumpin' on every track



Nigga them dice ain't got no love



Shakin' like a nigga scared behind his gun



Cuz see, I tick like time and man I time like tick



Man niggas don't forgive and we sure don't forget







It's the receiva, the 6 feet and ova ...(?) ice creama



Rollin' cheeba in a beama



With a poetic passion



In a functional fashion



A full tank of gas



And man I'm mashin'







Speed like a Z-28 tinted crow



Look if you want



Your reflection will show







Cobra Status!