Dre Dog (andre Nickatina) Honeycomb Lyrics

Honeycomb Lyrics

f/ Nocturnal Hustlers







[Verse 1 - Andre Nickatina]



I'm such a diamond back sparrow, illegal drugs in a barrel



After shootin' cupid with his own arrow



Makin' noise like SLOT machines, and when I CLOCK this cream



I'ma get up in your mind 



Rap, GLOCKS, 'n thangs



And crash the party like the 5-0



But I didn't come to break it up, I came to make the party way more live ho!



Situation's fornication



You never seen an occupation like mines, and the rhyme design



Flamboyant like the Liberace, blow weed like kamikaze



To the bitches that really want me, to the niggas that never spot me



Throw heat like quarter backs, down at the warder track



I gave ya money for dope, you bring the quarter back



Indica and everythang, and when the bell rings



It's like the twelfth grade tiga, man we gon' sell thangs



Make trips to Hollywood, and Chicago



Down in the Florida Keys, and Maraco



My mother got a twin sister



Meanin' if I seen my mother's sister



I wouldn't know if it was my mother or my mother's sister



Aim like a P210, bullets that cut the wind



Brought up and born in the church with doin' major sin



On everything I'm in, this how I play to win



Just the sound of a lawsuit makes a tiga cringe



Cu-cu-cu-cut your body



Man Nicky very naughty, naughty, naughty, naughty...







[Chorus - Andre Nickatina]



Man it's the honeycomb, You get your money gone 



You either hoop, or rap, or get your blast on 







Man it's the honeycomb, You get your money gone



You bring a sack of crack to the drug zone 







Man it's the honeycomb, You get your money gone



Makin' cash so fast over a cell phone 







Man it's the honeycomb, You get your money gone



You think it's jokes to crack on your funny bone 







[Verse 2 - Savage C]



My style is like a rifle, spittin' on rivals



And I put that on disciples in the Bible 



I'm spiteful



Of crooked hoes, crooked po's, and crooked crows



I blaze studios with nuclear thorough flows



Mouth runnin' like a track meet, 'No diggity' like Black Street



Lyrically we pack heat like jackas on back streets



Suckas is sorry like Atari, we're hotter than the safari



Talkin' shit like Charles Barkley off a fifth of Bacardi



Burnin' sacks like Bob Marley, hittin' j's like Iverson 



Rhymin' doper than (?), the trunk boomin' like a (?)



With more nuts than Murder Dog, we bust it like shot guns 



Call me Tom Cruise because I bomb fools like Top Gun



I cover my ceilings with verses to keep things under raps



And my floors with (?) just to stay on track



Get it crackin' like pile drivers, the microphone migivers desire



to stay higher than five sky divers 



And if 5-0 creeps, they gettin' shook like hands



While we slide out to the honeycomb hide out, like champs 



We block journals while blazin verbals ‘til' our hands turn purple



You'll get jumped like hurdles by Nicky and Nocturnal







[Chorus] x2







[Verse 3 - KD]



I got spits like I had a thousand pairs of mitts



We never slip cuz we all about our grip, don't trip



We're the opposite of sluts cuz we never give a fuck



And we crush what we bust



Credential city on the hush



Cuz I wipe the songs up on the microphone



Until the fights break out and all the lights turn on



It's gettin' rowdy like bar fights, know nothin' but hard nights



A Nocturnal hustler and I love to play my cards right



So understand I'm the man in this



Steady chokin', always smokin' on the cannabis



Like the bodies in cemeteries, we stayin' underground



They told me drop it like it's hot, so I had to put it down







[Chorus]