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- Dre Dog (Andre Nickatina) & Equipto - A Peez Paradise Lyrics
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- (*Intro: Excerpts from the film "The Gift"*)
- (*Talking*)
- Yeah, man I see you laugh and everything
- You better catch you breath or something
- YouknowI'msayin, or hold it, one or the other
- YouknowImean, I'm bout turnin heads
- Turnin tricks and then turn it in, youknowI'msayin
- To daddy, youknowwhatImean, you intrigue
- With the big leagues but these believe it's
- Somethin real, you afraid of heights bitch
- Cause I'm goin to the top
- [Andre Nickatina]
- From all my broken dreams, came some fabulous schemes
- I get to poppin like a pistol girl to get you on the team
- Here's a telegram, I like my boots to be the Timbs
- And I can see you from behind through my rims
- Man, Grand Wizard, man take a look at what I've done
- I used to rap in ya basement now they say I'm the one
- I like to have a knot, I handle business like it's rocks
- And let my mop blow in a drop, chop a hardtop
- It's kill pretty through the city in the 'Moe
- Man, though I'm a Pisces it's the tales of a Scorpio
- I wear Polo, or maybe Izocc
- You picture paradise it's really bout a bankwad
- [Equipto]
- Your fifty toes up on the concrete
- We exchange in pimp talk and pop Don P.
- Roll out players in the latest draped in Coogi
- Situatin all of my brides, like a blue team
- Hotel to Condo, limozine dropped off
- Threw on the blade, catch dates, dodge cop cars
- All damn day, my mind stay awake
- In Western Union for my game outta states
- I'm keepin 'em happy, a peez paradise when they laughin
- When everything done just for daddy
- You can live lavy, everything in tie
- So baby realize life just passed you by, bye
- [Andre Nickatina]
- Shit, it's paper mackin so you don't end up in a station wagon
- If John Lennon was here, he'd be like, "Girl imagine"
- You so bad, cats like wanna take your photograph
- Then wanna brag, an autograph, then made them strip like 4-4 mag
- I got it goin on with vision of that Buttet Toffee
- Mix with that Caramel Coffee, sittin pretty lokkin bossy
- How we gon handle this and do it on a paper status
- You best believe on twenty G's girl you a paper magnet
- And other playas wanna knock ya like a Nakamichi
- They playin soccer kickin game ho and tryin to beat me
- But that's unholy, you need to be my goalie
- And do it at your mannish like your Forty, it's federal
- [Equipto]
- Tell 'em there's no limit, see baby just roll with it
- Knowin it's so vivid, it's easily four digits
- A day, when ya livin it way in too deep
- You invision the game in your sleep
- [Andre Nickatina]
- Baby wake up, and give your all like Rocky
- Your friends try to tell ya no say bitch stop me
- You start gettin cocky, just a little stocky
- Never in the piper guide baby lookin sloppy
- (*Talking*)
- Bitch talkin bout I'm throwin her off track
- Or somethin mayne, I'm gonna put you on it
- If anything, ain't no one track mind here
- I got multiple places to sing though, youknowwhatImean
- [Andre Nickatina]
- Alright, a brand new bottle of that sweet Arma Reta
- Now pour a bottle of that sweet Arma Reta
- Now take a sip of that sweet Arma Reta
- Lucheenee fallin from the sky freak I'ma get ya
- My gators is major they come in Jellybean flavors
- The Banana flavors I be mixin with Vanilla Wavers
- I like to go to boxing matches with the baddest batches
- The way I see the cheddar from 'em give me hot flashes
- I like to tip my brim and shine my rims like Billy Sims
- I like to chop game with other cats and other pimps
- It's so explosive man them heffas be like Holy Moses
- They wear expensive clothing, thay smell like red roses
- It's how the God's chosen and everything I never broke it
- I need you hills and dollar bills to be your main focus
- And I'ma check up on ya baby girl like soundscan
- Or leave like Nino, D.G. Money, yo and Dunna Man
- I'm not a stunna man, margarine no butter man
- Played it together super wick, jamma number man
- The caramel with the cream, the Alamo supreme
- Grab ya tickets cause you rollin with a winnin team
- [Equipto]
- Yeah, and chain gang on paper we catch flights
- And land to get the bidness to crackin on that night
- All my bitches in line like a ritual of mine
- In her mind, she gon find that miracle of mine
- And she shine along Whitney, c-notes crispy
- A trip cause it gets so risky
- A pimp-frem-shiffy, square be snitchin
- Whisperin hoes if finger P ain't listenin
- Choppin over topics, all up in the tropics
- Cautious with it, gotta watch who what ya talkin
- Often mislead and wanna live the life
- The mo' sacrafice for a peez paradise, right
- (*Talking*)
- To many hoes that won't come out right
- Oh, I'm talkin bout the money cats
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