Andre Nickatina - Break Bread lyrics

[Verse 1: Andre Nickatina]

Live fast, drive slow

I’m lookin’ like ‘Pac in the Benz when he was hangin’ out the window

Right now, I’ve got my Jesus piece on

And all my rings, you can see I’m about the game

Holler back, baby, like an echo

But you gotta know your colours

Get green, roll purple

My tires just did a full circle in your neighbourhood

And like gumbo, the flavour’s good

I roam like an alley cat – Grade-A, Supercat

Bumpin’ Shabba Ranks on a full tank

My religion, baby, is big bank

Holler when you see me spendin’ money, go “amen”

Snow bunnies love them a suntan

That’s why I wear my hat low and my shades, man

I don’t waste time or liquor

You can see it on my face, I don’t chase, it’s a race

[Hook: Andre Nickatina]

Break bread

I don’t know what they say where you stay

But where I stay, everybody say “pay”

So you’d better (break bread)

Baby it’s a (go-go) when it comes to (cocoa)

Get down and do what you said (break bread)

Just like a leprechaun, lookin’ for a jackpot

Or a hot crack spot, baby (break bread)

Baby it’s a (go-go) when it comes to (cocoa)

Get down and do what you said (break bread)

[Verse 2: Andre Nickatina]

Man, this is money motivated, demonstrate it to the latest

I do it like an addict up in Vegas

And you can see me talkin’ like a wizard through my cellular phone

Livin’ life like a felony, weed and cologne, like…

Pacific heights, crushed ice

I do it like a haggler, baby, yeah, on a Sugar Ray Leonard night

Posted up just like a poster

If you’re meltin’ like butter, baby, I’mma have to toast ya

My stairway is straight Led Zeppelin

And my Air Force Ones so new and so fresh, and

Play you like a PS3

And that’s Crown Royal, freak, don’t try to BS me

But I never knew what she said

All up in her head with the phrase that pays, and it says:

[Hook: Andre Nickatina]

[Verse 3: Richie Rich]

Twenty fifties, a hundred tens

Two white bitches in a Batman Benz

Straight mobbin’, one named Robyn

Can’t see her head ’cause the bitch probably bobbin’

Slurp somethin’ – twerk somethin’

Bitch, you gettin’ money? Maybe we could work somethin’

I been had a million

I don’t need nothin’ but a bitch that love Vogues

And these all-gold Daytons

Ask Dre Dog – ask Nicky

You ain’t gettin’ money, you ain’t fuckin’ with Richie

Patron Silver, straight Goose

Twins with me, and they loose

Thirty rounds, town business

Don’t make me break records like Guinness

Bitches wanna fuck all day and give head

But I don’t fuck for free, hoe

Nah, so…

[Hook]