Stove (feat. Andre Nickatina) - Berner & B-Real

Man im a coke rap spitter A hair pin trigger A crime rhyme dealer Is iller but on the realler Spin around jordan they at a loss For the words Rap it up light though, FLY LIKE A BIRD Nothing but baking soda the Motorola do it well Up in your face man with something To sell Im like a chronic vision pigeon tiga Just spinnin time with 45, 3, 57 And 9s My figure 8, is real its not fake Strawberry soda garlic bread and Steak Ahead in the chase and i hide Behind the wheel You talk more money and we can Make a deal (Make a deal square ass n*) VERSE 2: Im not a screw face, i keep my Boots lased And listen to the homies brag about They gun case They off taste, crank beat with more bass My court date, and i came in hella late No false game, wear rains with no chains Holla at the guard if u a rap cat mayne Nickel plated, now the (?) is penetrated I put that on my life im glad you never made it Raw hide, all in my blood line You never find a drug of me like no kind Dont hide, cause it makes it more divine To put you in the firing line on valentines February, or was it january I lose my memory when it come to you canaries Its necessary, on guard with what you carry Split the middle of the suture and add the blueberry (Interlude) Im not a damn fool, i live by they rules Base slang, and im doin my big thang Make change, get bread to kick game I knows you got ass but yous a lame freak dame No shame, and im greedy to the brain You know the pit bull is off the chicka-chicka-chain Crate-a-lane, on the freeway of pain I dont spend dollars on expenseive champagne Rip hearts and i pound the sky larks Petal to the medal in my wu-tang clarks New suede, from the stage to the grave Hot days, means pistols in the shade It aint strange, motherfucker you sell cane Add a little color to the picture frame The rhyme cheater, throw on the wife beater T-shirt jeans tennis shoes then see ya (Interlude) And this analogy, is a new strategy And this academy is headed for a tragedy It sounds to me that you're tryin to break free And snakes like me dont allow that see At close range you can see my vertigo Venom in the soul and im ready to let it go With no control, man it can grow like a rose And im standing right there in my Filmo' pose When a child cries, in the heart a father dies Punch you in the eye to let you know that you alive Lethal, both the prada eagles Bumpin C-BO on the way to Tahoe Im stage left, at the store remian chef Man cook it up and keep it from the A-T-F The barracuda, yo the rhyme roof shoota Runnin down the stairs of the project do a Kamakaze, rip your stargens for a hobby And rip it in the lobby man while kickin it with bobby You say the word, then here come the words put Mustard on they rap and then FLY LIKE A BIRD

You start as lil' bro Then you big bro You start as lil' homie Then you big homie Niggas know me The bitches know me Salute to the Goonies Do a stick up for me When I die blow some weed Pour some liquor for me Know I keep working the whip You couldn't get up on it I've been skrting' off since nextels was chirping off Looking at the stash house Could tell you what the dirt is for I could get deeper with it Tell you what niggas murder for All this fly shit that we living for Superstitious hand is itching I'm bout to get it though Can't trust niggas The UZI is by the kitchen door Be careful what you be wishing for Well to the well is empty What is money for Can't get nothing from nothing I prove different though But never say you gettin' the money Cause they be snitchin' y'all Handfuls out the turkey bag Move the pounds, blow the funds, you lookin' at the chosen ones Handfuls out the turkey bag Never rat, love the silence, you lookin' at the golden ones Handfuls out the turkey bag, I'm loaded I'ma throw 'em 20 pounds, let 'em work with that Handfuls out the turkey bag Long live the king, be a king, word to the jack This shit is dreamy Got me weeding bout Nefertiti Bora Bora for a week When I leave Tahiti Campin' ain't' easy but the game still need me Only reason I'm around still I never got greedy The trippy thing about life Is you could live forever Keep your name good In the streets I'm tryna' do better Paper drip with sauce Yeah burnin' nice and slow Another million from the road I'm tryna buy another home I miss the jack, big forty on my lap While I'm ridin' a lot of good keep dyin' Half a pound to the neck I'ma grind tll I see the sunrise We don't rest man We don't even flex now We just feel blessed to wake up In the morning and take another breath Handfuls out the turkey bag, I'm loaded I'ma throw em 20 pounds, let 'em work with that Handfuls out the turkey bag Move the pounds, blow the funds, you lookin' at the chosen ones Handfuls out the turkey bag Never rat, love the silence, you lookin' at the golden ones Handfuls out the turkey bag, I'm loaded I'ma throw 'em 20 pounds, let 'em work with that Handfuls out the turkey bag Long live the king, be a king, word to the jack Got my bottom bitch bliffin' paper When all the neighbours got the flavor like an hour later Fuck I hate her Mind tripped in like a smoke cloud When my loud niggas have it drippin' From the joint up in my fingers Dead ringers, Rig slingers No blue dreamers Our pants are gettn' fatter while your pockets gettin' leaner Every pack of lit do bring a limoncello so much sweeter Watch these bitches change up their demeanor The grass is greener A thousand lights, ladies bouncin' by the style in sight If you lookin' for the doctor, got to know you pound 'em right It's all gas, better haul ass like you got a hall pass To the spot, payment, all cash So let me light this one and make it smell lovely No matter what you do you could never be above me I keep pushin' till the Sun sets, until the break of dawn Concentrate, I'm dabbin' to the song Mind gone Handfuls out the turkey bag Move the pounds, blow the funds, you lookin' at the chosen ones Handfuls out the turkey bag Never rat, love the silence, you lookin' at the golden ones Handfuls out the turkey bag, I'm loaded I'ma throw 'em 20 pounds, let 'em work with that Handfuls out the turkey bag Long live the king, be a king, word to the jack

Shiftin' lines from the paradigm sublime On the streets of Cali, yo what's goin' on in town Wanna see my name in lights like a star gleamin' I wanna make you feel somethin', excorcise your demons Every day's a struggle, tryna make a bundle How can you stay humble when the streets love you I got a bad habit, I'm a winning-addict Livin' in sin, tragic life is fucking short damn it Can't afford wasting time when life happens Gotta get to everyday like the days are trappening Now we worldwide, it means worlds collide And we killing everything, so rather die We move, work it, low rates through the whole State And watch the money rotate All gas, no brakes 'til my dough's straight Now watch the money rotate Now watch the money rotate Now watch the money rotate Whether the streets are rappin' we get it both ways Now watch the money rotate Lost in the smoke, I knew I came from nothing Inhale, exhale like the pain is nothing Picadas drops and I need the vein conduction Toke's real cheap if it's the same for suction Turn on the beat, the feejees came from something Hit the screen, spit flame and leave you a brain concussion We all play games though none of you niggas call foul New York nigga, but you know I'm smokin' that North Cal See ya landin' in, we have the right to the board now Rather smoke four pounds than hit you with the four pound So you want juice, then visit me at the store now I was gettin toward now, before I tore, tore down Global 4G star, hit you with the full clam I got to burn it let's be real I'm wit, burnin' it be real Twenty-four-seven high is always how I be feel We move, work it, low rates through the whole State And watch the money rotate All gas, no brakes 'til my dough's straight Now watch the money rotate Now watch the money rotate Now watch the money rotate Whether the streets are rappin' we get it both ways Now watch the money rotate All dedication, no education Livin' life every day like I'm on vacation Beach houses seem to be my favourite destination Fake friends, I'm sick of seeing smilin' faces Look, twenty years got him shook Another loss took, cold hearted crook What a vision I just wanna see my daughter smile Money pile in the closet man that shit is wild Love the struggle, it just made the hunger much realer I'm on top, millionaire, ex drug-dealer I bet the smoke in my lung burn much cleaner Than burnt rot with a toolie on those street-sweepers Bulletproof Cadillac that shit is presidential Pretty model bitch, got great potential Dirty money hidden all in the Renault Top dog in the game, I'm on another level We move, work it, low rates through the whole State And watch the money rotate All gas, no brakes 'til my dough's straight Now watch the money rotate Now watch the money rotate Now watch the money rotate Whether the streets are rappin' we get it both ways Now watch the money rotate