"Sundial" lyrics
(feat. CB Fam Bizz)
[Andre Nickatina:]
It's 12:15 on the sundial, the beat sound just like a gun round
My new blue suit is gaudy, it hasn't been worn by nobody
This freak right here talk a lot of smack
I have to tell the bitch don't call back
I dress like Joe Adonis, zig zag filled with chronic
I used to drive fast on the gold gate
You could never see my license plate
Walking tabs for a big steak, my mother was a twin on her birthday
Keep it moving if you see me out of function
Pay the tab if we sitting at a lunch in
Talk to me, no bragging, I'm something like how to train a dragon
Bruce Lee style with the water, New Jack City with the Carter
Ronald Reagan cocaine bearer, crack cocaine that era
Tyson with a brand new tiger, Las Vegas, J.R. Raider
Tony looking for a Manolo, gang up and I'm solo
More text than Rasheed Wallace, jail is a Fillmore College
The chains hang with no diamonds, cat in the hat, no rhyming
Brand new Jordans shining, blue jeans, no designing
Shere Khan in the car and he driving
And I'm in the backseat styling
[CB Fam Bizz:]
Wowie, pop a couple of them thizzels
Equalizer on my side like I'm Denzel
I can't feel, all I do is get me up
Men three and reflectors on the fishtail
Run through a line like a running back
Drop it in the water and it's coming back
Whatever you spin I got plug for that
Whatever you said I didn't come to check
Only want my bread is when I come for that
You see me slidin' in my office
[?] and the rims sittin' offset
In a process, minimize the losses
Now it's that 24 grind, I ain't off yet
It's [?] when we talk shit
And we talk it, only cause we walk it
Now this that lemon pepper game, y'all must be salty
Mayne, you say you live this way until it's costly
[?] that make four ninas
A chopper with a scope, hope you know Jesus
A cloud full of smoke, here comes Andre
Rollin' orange zags like [?]
[Andre Nickatina:]
It's 12:15 on the sundial, the beat sound just like a gun round
It's 12:15 on the sundial, the beat sound just like a gun round
My new blue suit is gaudy, it hasn't been worn by nobody
This freak right here talk a lot of smack
I have to tell the bitch don't call back
I dress like Joe Adonis, zig zag filled with chronic
I used to drive fast on the gold gate
You could never see my license plate
Walking tabs for a big steak, my mother was a twin on her birthday
Keep it moving if you see me out of function
Pay the tab if we sitting at a lunch in
Talk to me, no bragging, I'm something like how to train a dragon
Bruce Lee style with the water, New Jack City with the Carter
Ronald Reagan cocaine bearer, crack cocaine that era
Tyson with a brand new tiger, Las Vegas, J.R. Raider
Tony looking for a Manolo, gang up and I'm solo
More text than Rasheed Wallace, jail is a Fillmore College
The chains hang with no diamonds, cat in the hat, no rhyming
Brand new Jordans shining, blue jeans, no designing
Shere Khan in the car and he driving
And I'm in the backseat styling
[CB Fam Bizz:]
Wowie, pop a couple of them thizzels
Equalizer on my side like I'm Denzel
I can't feel, all I do is get me up
Men three and reflectors on the fishtail
Run through a line like a running back
Drop it in the water and it's coming back
Whatever you spin I got plug for that
Whatever you said I didn't come to check
Only want my bread is when I come for that
You see me slidin' in my office
[?] and the rims sittin' offset
In a process, minimize the losses
Now it's that 24 grind, I ain't off yet
It's [?] when we talk shit
And we talk it, only cause we walk it
Now this that lemon pepper game, y'all must be salty
Mayne, you say you live this way until it's costly
[?] that make four ninas
A chopper with a scope, hope you know Jesus
A cloud full of smoke, here comes Andre
Rollin' orange zags like [?]
[Andre Nickatina:]
It's 12:15 on the sundial, the beat sound just like a gun round
