Dre Dog (Andre Nickatina) - Gingerbread Man Lyrics

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"J'aibe soin d'un crayon..."



You better make it

And lace it

And hope the pigs don't take

And keep your mission basic

No time to come and fake it



Spin like a CD

You know it's Nicky T

Come to your party

With no apology

All at your function

This ain't no usual luncheon

I see what I like and then I jump in



Float like a Cadillac

Girl can ya handle that?

Hittin' on cognac

Now you don't know how to act



I'm your favourite Motorola

Your new Coca-Cola

At least until you get tired of my new poster

It's about the money, and bread and never fantasy

A situation might change your whole anatomy



Who hit the jackpot?

Hot as a crack spot

Took out the cash box

And left with the flash(?) doc(?)



Shit, you know

J'aibe soin d'un crayon

The Gingerbread Man

J'aibe soin d'un crayon



My young tiga Don Juan

He looked right in front of a khan (?)

Said that it was real sweet

Sumthin' I would keep



I live like a Gipsy

Rap till I'm empty

Fly like a Frisbee

But hung like a Grizzly



You know, I blow

And there, I go

All on the freeway

Me and my queen mayne



I eats Gumbo

The jumbo

Shrimp combo

And when I clown, hoe

I smile like a criminal



I can be like Ecstasy

Show you a whole new recipe

Don't even know why you step to me

Sayin' you ain't impressed with me



I ain't trippin' darlin'

I hear my homies callin'

And when there's money involved

Man they despise stallin'



Hook it up and then cook it up

Man shook it up and then look it up

And rock it up and then chop it up

Man flock it up and then cop it up



I hit the underground trains(?) and thangs

Stood there rappin' till the rain done came

Till' the game done changed



Man I'ma get it mayne

And don't forget it mayne...



Shit, So greedy

Don't think that I can split it mayne

The Gingerbread Man

Catch me if you can



You back there... "J'aibe soin d'un crayon"

Bartender, bartender... "J'aibe soin d'un crayon"

Waitress, waitress... "J'aibe soin d'un crayon"

You think I'm playin' baby? ... "J'aibe soin d'un crayon"



Shit, shit...



"J'aibe soin d'un crayon..."