Equipto - I'm A Junkie lyrics

[Intro - Andre Nickatina] Now I, played some hoes in my life But I never played this ho before ANd I swear, if it's cool Ho I only wanna be [Andre Nickatina] Man I speak with percision Money's my religion Freak how you livin I fly like a pigeon This is the mind of a rap cat And get all the money and the hoes yo and never try to hatchback I talk sh** in the cadillac It's about two AM my freak is sippin on cognac She love me I love her right back But yo it's a different kind of love Man k** her with the kisses and the hugs Sometime she might cry like a dove She know I got hustle in my blood She know I don't spit no scams I like candy yams I never jepordize who I am I don't have to try to cross her Man I'm her sponsor The word play I display man it'll haunt her Man take these CD's yo and bring the cash back I'm a junkie for the money how you like that And how you like that I bet you like that I spect you like that I think you like that [Equipto] I live life we think we didn't care And leave the scene with my pinky in the air I left my mark with dents in my imprints And chalked it up with Goldie my big friend Discuss the thang like what's the game When all fails it's all hell we trust the game And I'm confident, I spit it like no other on the continent And I ain't lookin for your sympathy or compliments You work regardless put it aside You might feel a little pain that's just your pride Now baby wide open, breakin the rules In the shoes of a prostitude bout to choose I'm chosen all up in the rhyme like a metaphor Promote the Queeze help me go ghetto gold [Andre Nickatina] You're lookin at the vulture of the rap culture You stare long enough you might see just move on my poster I might have to ice grill ya If you talk outta line and the god don't feel ya I put your mind in a octagon And you'll devote your whole world tryin to play with Kahn You ride around in the flyest car Your catered at the bar I have you shining like a lucky star And all you gotta do is take this and bring it back Take this and bring it back Take this and bring it back sh**, and now I'm laughin at the money stacks And all your friends and your buddy pack is lookin for this rap cat Man it's the gift boss And get the hot sauce And don't ask what the clothes or the cars cost I like to mad floss Man get my hair did And talk sh** to a chick eatin spare ribs She said she love me I make her heart feeze Alright baby, then move these CD's