Dre Dog (andre Nickatina) Gingerbread Man Lyrics

Gingerbread Man Lyrics

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"J'aibe soin d'un crayon..."







You better make it



And lace it



And hope the pigs don't take



And keep your mission basic



No time to come and fake it







Spin like a CD



You know it's Nicky T



Come to your party



With no apology



All at your function



This ain't no usual luncheon



I see what I like and then I jump in







Float like a Cadillac



Girl can ya handle that?



Hittin' on cognac



Now you don't know how to act







I'm your favourite Motorola



Your new Coca-Cola



At least until you get tired of my new poster



It's about the money, and bread and never fantasy



A situation might change your whole anatomy







Who hit the jackpot?



Hot as a crack spot



Took out the cash box



And left with the flash(?) doc(?)







Shit, you know



J'aibe soin d'un crayon



The Gingerbread Man



J'aibe soin d'un crayon







My young tiga Don Juan



He looked right in front of a khan (?)



Said that it was real sweet



Sumthin' I would keep







I live like a Gipsy



Rap till I'm empty



Fly like a Frisbee



But hung like a Grizzly







You know, I blow



And there, I go



All on the freeway



Me and my queen mayne







I eats Gumbo



The jumbo



Shrimp combo



And when I clown, hoe



I smile like a criminal







I can be like Ecstasy



Show you a whole new recipe



Don't even know why you step to me



Sayin' you ain't impressed with me







I ain't trippin' darlin'



I hear my homies callin'



And when there's money involved



Man they despise stallin'







Hook it up and then cook it up



Man shook it up and then look it up



And rock it up and then chop it up



Man flock it up and then cop it up







I hit the underground trains(?) and thangs



Stood there rappin' till the rain done came



Till' the game done changed







Man I'ma get it mayne



And don't forget it mayne...







Shit, So greedy



Don't think that I can split it mayne



The Gingerbread Man



Catch me if you can







You back there... "J'aibe soin d'un crayon"



Bartender, bartender... "J'aibe soin d'un crayon"



Waitress, waitress... "J'aibe soin d'un crayon"



You think I'm playin' baby? ... "J'aibe soin d'un crayon"







Shit, shit...







"J'aibe soin d'un crayon..."