I don't know the name of the songs but they all appear on the mixtape "Tales of two andres". The cd is hard to get, so I thought I would put some songs on youtube. This is just a taste cause the cd has 32 songs!! I think this is fairly accurate, but there are some mistakes if some wishes to correct them. Tales of two andres... With the money and the drugs I can't resist Like a frog prince that needs a woman's kiss The way I get down is a tragedy They say, "Yeah nicky, Your Majesty" Mind go blind in the whim Cover my eyes with the front of my brim I still miss my lady, yeah sun duck kim I'ma say it right here Why you fuckin' with him? Why you fuckin' with him? I'm a jewel or gem Like somethin' that's priceless worn by Isis Blowin' on weed in the eye of the storm Gettin' snuck in the back of the girl's college dorms Homie now what? Roll this blunt. Nigga watcha drinkin' out your new pimp cup? Alcohol yeah, with a little cranberry Hit it long enough it start to taste like cherry I'm in the door Blow on the horn These freaks be thinkin' that I'ma Capricorn Man in a whim I tip my brim Still asking kim, why you fuckin' with him? Why you fuckin with him? Pass the joint Fillmoe Lakeview Hunter's point 24/7 is junk to sell An' no fairy tale An' I wish you well cause when I make bail It's like the flames of hell Or bullet shells that tip the scale Homie watch the rail Cause it's electric You can detect it You must perfect it It's gettin' kind of hectic He gettin' kind of restless Mother fuckers out there say dat he's the bestest I rides around in my car, thinkin' about money and ménage a trios No I'm not a star Blaze this fly Me and my nigga talk shit at the bar Hahh Nah freak you can't braid my hair So you can have me outta line like Huggy Bear? I got clothes to wear That don't compare I get a flat, get a new car Fuck the Spare In my fresh new king nicky underwear Yeah paco rabanne Little shere khan say "why I smoke bomb, cause I hurt your moms And it keeps me calm And that's on God" gotta keep it sticky like Charlotte's Web Blow a sack on a track, on a baller's bed Hold out your hand baby, I'll read your palm Like Kimo Von, My game is on There're 32 papers in a zig-zag pack It take two hos to make one track They say Huey Newton took two in the back What's up with that? My dialog is in the rap catalog And to the grim reaper yo catch the God So fresh. (So fresh) So clean, (So clean) You'll see Nicky T on flight six-14 Like Billy Sims I tip my brim saying Sunny Kim, why you fuckin' with him? cross state, 'cross county lines In your alpine is the master mind Picture my Van Gogh, Your flow design You wanna hear a cat rhyme better hope is mine Come here, yeah baby is my open line You gotta pretty face Dis' Pisces Hyphee Kenneth cole, Wu-tang and the Nikes I could never cheat the game in my life, see? On khan I react like a Pikie Mikey did Sunny call, Didn't you hear the phone Because a real rap lord's been left alone It's like ralph capone Without his chrome Or a Love Jones all in your bones see a girl I can a freak, then I send her home Like a ice-cream cone My heart is cold I'm kind of bold

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