Artist: Dre Dog (Andre Nickatina) & Equipto f/ The Jacka Album: Bullet Symphony: Horns and Halos #3 Song: Monday Like a Friday Typed by: bigchris_510@yahoo.com [Andre Nickatina] I met you with my mouthpiece sideways, rippin down the highway Even though it's Monday I treat it like a Friday Special introduction, lightin up the function Pedico junction, playboy's blow trees I'ma shake my perm, shake my perm Man out my leather hat, man the curls all turn I have 'em roll loosely, even rolled tightly Girl I'm such a Pisces, in my white Nike's Turn around slightly, ya lookin kind of pricey Man I like to sell ya, that's what I gotta tell ya Sexy little buttercup, you can be the runner up Even cold days cats ???? Hot little thang, get with this game And treat it like your runnin on the Amtrak train The beat in the back shake the weed in my lap The store owners know I buy blunts by the pack [Equipto] Yeah, kick back, ease up, roll a fat blunt I contemplate the brakes on this rap stuff I'm on the chase and can't slow down now And checkin the trap, and scan all around town That's my emmo, I really ain't dissin ya But I ain't got no demo for you to listen to I'm on the verge and on her like lipstick And usin my words I shoot her from the hip quick Rapper rates, charge on the turn around These hoes are chosen, all cause of word of mouth I'm in key like do-ra-me You see, that'll be the day when a ho break me I got it all across the nation Just, from luxurious conversation Stop hatin cause I got it like that I holla like, motherfucka can ya buy that [Andre Nickatina] Playboy I'm a hotel villian, with rap cat feelins Me and this bird, we just be chillin Spit the gift, my new stand smith Bubble that off the top, dude just quick I roam like a Leopard, shake up the pepper Jump like a checker, cash my checka Wear my leather, you know she betta Be way better than that other heffa, whateva [The Jacka] Leave it up to Jack always come with some fly shit Try hard e'ryday to ignore the fact I'm rich I ignore my bitch, live this shit I ain't trippin Me and Poon sippin sippin, hit the Smith, load the clip in Windows up tacked out, same car we put a brick in Candy Cranberry drippin, niggas say the fo's is thickin I just know the do's livin, I could smoke a whole zip in one night game tight, on the move caine hype My niggas all alike, let your brain hang tight Hustle in the rain, do our thang to the daylight Smoke a urcle, blow in circle, sippin on a puple Sprite In the hood servin hype's, I could never leave the life Fiends never leave the pipe, bitches give me all they money If you want take shit from me, take this clip in your tummy You'se a fuckin crash dummy, all the bitches ask for me Just to pass cash to me, suckas never last, feel me