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    Kardinal Offishall / Lyrics

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    "Gotta Get It" Lyrics

    Kardinal Offishall feat. Saukrates

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    [INTRO: Kardinal Offishall]
    It's a Kardi Kardi party, what!
    What, yeah
    Yo this be the Kardi Kardi party, what!
    [Saukrates]
    Anybody coming through here, gotta expect
    The hottest, hottest, hottest hottest
    The hottest hottest shit for real
    [Kardinal Offishall] {Saukrates}
    Yo yo, {you bitch ass niggas}
    Yo yo yo, {you bitch ass niggas}
    Yo yo yo, {you bitch ass niggas}
    Niggas know

    [Saukrates]
    I ain't spittin', I hock a luggy
    This ain't no motherfu- verse, I write movies
    Picture this, how a nigga get sicker than itchy syphilis
    Burn radio waves 'til I hit your bitch Christmas list
    Ha, I drop rocks like a fifty cent piece from Terror's twenty
    Aimed at your Bentley son
    Number one when my shard be blast
    Mix with hash, made your heart beat fast
    [Kardinal Offishall]
    Back at your ass in full flash
    Come to mash every last class of (emcee)
    Pass the baton when I get on
    And go on until I got it on
    Spark it up and inhale this (emcee)
    Masterly, masterfully I be the (emcee)
    So many can't rock the mic, so they hold the glock tight
    And I give thanks I wasn't born a sucker
    Pucker for this hard fist lyricist
    'Nuff butter like BBJ's grocery list
    [Saukrates]
    Yo, hoes be this hoes be that
    Bet if I flash this watch my nigga, that hoe be back
    And I ain't even rocking a Rolly or fronting with cash
    I'm at the bar with George Costanza arguing for tax
    The first to let you know, get some flood insurance
    It ain't a rare occurrence when I overflow
    You'll be backstrokin' from Alaska to Oakland
    When me and my Circle be in a yacht... (floating) [echo]

    [CHORUS: YLook {Saukrates} (Kardinal)]
    You know this money man
    Got us acting funny man
    We sick of living crummy man
    We got to get this money man
    (New houses), {got, got to get it}
    (Real figures by the thousands), {got, got to get it}
    (Big stacks for the family), {got, got to get it}
    (Big tunes playing annually), {got, got to get it}

    [Kardinal Offishall {Saukrates}]
    Yo, easy rude bwoy, give me a little second to breeze through
    We make the track jump, so it's hard to roll trees to
    No matter give me no daps nigga, I ain't trying to please you
    Want to flow with me, can't afford the fees duke
    Claiming street raps when Jeff Healey could see through
    Your wonder bra rah rah, {garbage like bad pot}
    Go ahead like punk trick and watch where you land
    I'm a shady black slim, you a nigga I can't stand
    Move! kid, this some celebrity next shit
    Step up and watch the next celebrity hanging by they necklace
    Peasants! Think about what you getting into
    We hardcore, bump those little fist fights we've been through
    We done did it, never mind can or can do
    We trying to make it easier for our fam to Land Cruise
    You sell the same weed at the same spot
    We graduated to the high grade lyrics pon cock
    [Saukrates {Kardinal}]
    I've been autobahn rhyme ever since primetime
    Saw George and Wheezy sipping on fine wine
    The ghetto scream {rewind} like daylight savings time
    Bring it back, firing legal hollows out the Ac'
    {Who's that?} MC's of leisure, Sauk and Kardinal
    We bring the ebony stone, now watch me carve it out
    Bump my shit in tenement housing
    It's a vocal revolution for 2000... "1!"

    [CHORUS]

    [KO] Ayo, you better come strapped when we attack
    [S] 'Cause only strapped cats have a shot at the rap
    [KO] Bullet holes in the map leave a trail to where we at
    But stop short of we
    [S] We got them sucking the bowl like they speaking Portuguese
    So bitch freeze, your motivation evident
    Rhymes milky, chocolate has heaven sent
    [KO] Ayo, I'm older now, arguing with back clerks
    And presidents and crack heads smoking too close to the residence
    What!

    [Kardinal Offishall (Saukrates)]
    Yo yo, {you bitch ass niggas}
    Yo yo yo, {you bitch ass niggas}
    Yo yo yo, {you bitch ass niggas}
    Yo yo yo, {you bitch ass niggas}

    [YLook]
    You know this money man
    Got us acting funny man
    We sick of living crummy man
    We got to get this money man

    [Kardinal Offishall]
    Yo, big Sox, Kardinal Offishall
    Circle IV, big YLook, cousin Spoke
    Let the motherfu- beat ride

    Don't sleep niggas
    This song was submitted on October 15th, 2015 and last modified on October 18th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc..
    Written by Jason Harrow, Karl Amani Wailoo, Salman Rana.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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