3:00 AM - Andre Nickatina

Brave like an indian the Mohican of his last

No money weed or ass baby no backstage pass

We rondezvous, I’m flippin on my kenneth cole shoes

And some bitches talk too much I’m letten them bitches spread the news

Like channel 4

Why gangsta niggas love to snort blow?

Chewy is the god down here in the 'Moe pina colada

The set done got hotter than a sauna

We break 'em like a puzzle then we gather like pirhanna

I keep my money by my nuts

Dip through the cuts we don’t front we at the front and we roll big blunts

Layin pagans down

Just like a bearskin rug

Goin deep into the depths just like a Russian navy sub

On course, rollin with the front lights off… I can smell the gunpowder

Bullets dipped in the sauce

Some jokers floss

Yeah, but is the impression they’ve adapted

My steel declare’ll spark the flare

The or the plastic

Burning rubber

Doin doughnuts that the pigs just couldn’t eat

They brought the coffee and the cream but all they saw was tire streaks

I’m on the streets

I can feel my mother worry in her sleep

It’s 3 a.

m

I’m with Sun Kim and we smokin to the beat

It’s Nickatina…

Meow Meow Meow Meow

Meow Meow Meow Meow…

I be a suitor, a freeway drivin bay bridge commutor

My roll of decks in full effects has turned into a computer

We got weed, but cheese out all the snitches

We want the money and the women

You can keep them scandelous bitches… for ya self

I make ya put ya mic up on tha shelf, broke ass hoes they want new cothes

Be axin niggas for help, but I can’t hear em' but I can hear a needle

Drop on top a pillow

When a clucker fiend here go a sceme, a piece of yellow skittle, a tin shot

Follow me as I parade around the block, blowin wind like a tornado

Dirchargin' like a Glock, steel plated, I usually get an X when I’m rated

Them sucka MC’s Them wannabees, they talk when only faded, like the blunt.

that once was plump then burned to ashes

I garuntee my third degree is just like twenty lashes, on ya face

I’ll one hundred percent represent my race.

while them bastards blast that rock

n' roll, my niggas crank the bass for tha chamillion

The F finger answer all ya questions, my pitbull alliance no doubt

My only cure is protection stutter steppin

My killer cross ain’t false it’s been perfected

Baby ya got nice clothes, but I’ve come to see ya nekked

Like it’s ya birthday, like a fiend would say

When they broke and they on the rock

Your conbination has been invaded, your safe has been unlocked

It’s Nickatina

Baby just pull ya panties down, all that other shit is um… irrelivant

Meow Meow Meow Meow

Let me hear that

Meow Meow Meow Meow Meow Meow

Three Oh clock in the morning…