Текст (слова) песни: Andre Nickatina - Bakin` Soda in Minnesota

 
52 carat blue diamond 
Rhymin`, interior designin`, grindin` 
You can shake cheddar like me on the mic 
Hit your point, hold your money when you`re rollin` the dice, baby 
Uhh.. either you go crash-and-burn 
Or wake up in the morning with cash to earn, tiga 
Check it homie get good with me 
If just I can find your hood again 
Who is that in the car? yo couldn`t be 
All the way out here, yeah Nicki t 
Russian, get the weed sparked 
Get the party started 
And watch yo back fo the shark 
Nigga cold-hearted 
 
We got bakin soda 
All the way down in minnesota 
We got bakin soda 
Down in minnesota 
 
I got a fetish for Adidas, boss 
But I betcha don`t know what my Fila`s cost, do ya 
On chew, like dem baby pit bulls 
And ain`t no way you can touch my....cool 
The 12th floor at the Marriot 
You know, me and my tigaz chill there a lot 
Fetti 
I sit alone when the mic`s on 
With Tyson every time that the fight`s on, kill `em 
I remember rhymes used to ride with nets 
Flight at the midnight high with jets 
You know Al Capone stretched tryi` to save the sets 
And I`m teflon down, t shirts and gats 
Rhymes you can taste, Rhymes, Rhymes galore 
Rhymes you can buy at the candy store 
You know who I am, I`m like credit card scam 
Hot like tofu, greens and yams 
Extra-curricula, netting that riddicula 
Hit the cloud like the bear or the fiddila 
Shouldn`ve lied, I coulda been a good friend to ya 
Now I got to get rid of ya 
 
We got bakin soda 
All the way down in minnesota 
We got bakin soda 
Down in minnesota 
 
I told my mom somethin` that made her cry 
Looked her in the eye and said rappers don`t die 
We not gonna have an` tour, but we gon get by 
So most of us gonna be in hell high, kickin` 
Now put the rhyme on a triple beam 
Now rock it up, and chop it up 
And try to grind into triple cream 
Don`t get caught with the same scheme 
Meaning don`t get caught with the same thing, King 
It`s like you got to be bald 
Cuz hoes and niggaz wanna see you go far 
I think they mad when I ticks them off 
But I`m a hyena so I got to laugh and break some off 
 
The hot wax that`s real fatal 
Sup`d up to perfection like a weapon on a turntable 
They say Gretta`s got a new baretta 
And he`ll be aiming his gat like a crooked letter, foreva 
I hit the night like stormy weather 
And if you brag about your freak, i`mma say mine`s way better 
I rotate like the hands of a clock 
And find ways to make my rap beat all on your block 
You better knock on the door tiga 
And lay them all on the floor tiga 
Cuz I think they want more tiga 
I blow `em out like a flat tire 
And hit the weed for Richard Pryor 
Then call `em all straight liars 
The corks in me like the tail of a fox 
So get the grease hot, nigga 
Or your tigaz`ll be caught
 

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