Fa Show — текст песни (Andre Nickatina)

(Nickatina) It started out with Captain Crunch Cereal, an old turn table and a radio.
In my young mind i was the mother fuckin` Imperial.
Local drug dealers would say "Nicky i like your style keep doing it"
and i would look at them like what im doing? but im gonna do it fa show.
blowin weed while others was blowing out 16 candles.
happy birthday to you as i took plane rides to seattle.
see i was born on the coldest day of the year march 11th,
and god told me i aint putin a foot up in heaven, or the whole world.
Ho how you gonna be a player with no girl?
shirly temples in the club, had a fight, now no curls.
if i gotta rape a lie, mack a dike, give me the night that there freak im gonna get a peice of the pie, and wont try.
Certain things make me shiver, like the polish rap, when the money is delivered.

(Equipto) nigga..hah! fa show! i hit the weed, kick the beat, equipto to the nicky T, history predict the picky cuz strickly my swishasweed officially done,
running this thing, quicker then many,
110% put it or you wont see a penny.
Now as we construct the thought of,
to droppin the product in ever country we always see the world widely acknowledged,
all the MC`s is polished dippin all in they stack
and they astonished cuz the game will treat em just like that while droppin a rap,
gettin contact and keepin em waiting,
off that frisco to my homie copan hagein.
like canadian bacon you know im makin a way,
for me to get like on every plate, in every state,
rap up hoes down, 12th floor at the tyson fight with money on every round