Текст песни Monday Like Friday

[Andre Nickatina]
i met you wit my mouthpiece sideways
rippin down the highway
even tho its monday i treat it like a friday
special introduction lighting up the function
better cope junction playboys smoke trees
ima shake my pearm shake my pearm
and ima let the hat man the curls all turn
i have it roll loosely even roll tightly
girls touch a pisces in my white nikes
turn around slightly you lookin kinda pricey
and i like to sell yea thats what i got to tell ya
sexy lil butter cup you can be the runner up
even tho cold days cats free and tumble up
hot lil thang give for this game
and treat it like your runnin on an Amtrak train
the beat in the back shake the weed in my lap
the store owner know I buy blunts by the pack

[Equipto]
yea kick back, ease up, roll a fat blunt
i contemplate the breaks on this rap stuff
im on the chase and cant slow down
now, and checkin the trap its scattered all around town
thats what ammo i really aint dissin you
but i aint got no demo for you to listen to
im on the verge and on her like lip stick
and usin more words that shoot her from the hip quick
rapper raids and charge on the turn around
these hoes are chose and all cause the word of mouth
im in key like do rae me
you'll see that'll be the day when a hoe break me (bitch please)
i got it all across the nation
just from the jurios conversation
stop hating cuz i got it like that
i holla like motherfucka can you buy that

[Andre Nickatina]
playboy on my hotel villian
wit rap cat feelins
me and this bird we just be chillinAndre Nickatina - Monday Like Friday - http://ru.motolyrics.com/andre-nickatina/monday-like-friday-lyrics.html
spit the gift my new stan smiths
bubble that off the top do this quick
i roam like a leopard, shake up the pepper
jump like a checker, cash my checkas
wearin my leather you know she better
be way better than that other heffer
whatever

[Tha Jacka]
Leave it up to Jack
Always come with some fly shit
Try hard aryday to ignore
The fact I'm rich
I ignore my bitch
Let her shit I ain't trippin'
Me and Poom sippin' sippin'
Hit the strip, with all the clippin'
Windows up, packed out
Same car we put a brick in
Candy cranberry drippin'
Niggas say the 4 stickin'
I just know the doors liftin'
I can smoke a whole zip in
One night, game tight
On the move game hype
My niggas all alike
Let your brains hang tight
Hustlin' in the rain
Do our thang til the daylight
Smokin' Urkle, blowin' circles
Sippin' on a purple Sprite
In the hood servin' hype
I could never leave the life
Fiends never leave the pipe
Bitches give me all they money
If you want attention from me
Take this clip in your tummy
You's a fuckin' crash dummy
All the bitches ask for me
Just to pass cash to me
Suckas never last, feel me