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    "Bakardi Slang" Lyrics

    Kardinal Offishall

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    [Kardinall Offishall]
    Yo Yo
    Silver turn it up, yeah
    We gonna put you on to something brand new yo
    Know what I mean

    We don't say 'you know what I'm sayin'
    T dot says 'ya dun know'
    We don't say 'hey that's the breaks'
    We say 'yo, a so it go'
    We don't say 'you get one chance'
    We say 'you better rip the show'
    Before bottles start flyin and you runnin for the door
    Y'all talking about 'cuttin and hittin skins'
    We talkin bout 'beat dat face'
    T dot niggaz will eat your food before y'all cats say grace
    You cats is steady saying 'word'
    My cats is steady yellin 'zeen'
    Half the time we talking about 'more times'
    We don't even know what 'more times' means!
    'More times we rocker fresher'
    'More times we come correct'
    More times you think it's the hot shit
    You haven't heard nuttin yet
    Differently, still ya kno
    The cirlce gettin I'll ya know
    Step on the wrong Bally boot and you might get kill ya know
    So every might walk through a dance tell a youth 'xcuse me'
    I'm tellin your jubie 'I like her style'
    She's talkin about 'abuse me'
    Use me show me how the T dot rolls
    My style is off the thermostat plus I'm comin from the cold-yo

    CHORUS [Kardinal] (Saukrates)
    (What the... chill!)
    My nigga's in the street throwin dot slang each and
    every single time we meet
    (What the... chill!)
    My ladies lookin hot, screw face kissin teet
    Represtentin the T dot
    Kardinal rock the pary, T dot drinking Bacardi
    Kardi drinkin Bacardi, T dot rocking the party
    Nigga's jumpin and wildin and ladies showin a smile
    And everybody know it's 'the T dot

    [Kardinal Offishall]
    So when we singin about the girls we singin about the 'gyal dem'
    Y'all talkin about 'say that one more time'
    We talkin about 'yo, come again'
    Y'all talkin about 'that nigga's a punk'
    We talkin about 'that yout's a fosse'
    For the kids that think I'm comin wit it
    Brother just watch me
    A shoe is called a 'crep'
    A big party is a 'fete'
    Ya'll takin about 'watch where you goin!'
    We talkin about 'mind where you step!'
    We backin a 2-4 of Guiness, we ain't messin' with moet
    And if you runnin out of liquor the bar might get wet
    You're talkin about 'yo, that girl's hype'
    We like 'she's the bundown'
    Y'all say 'a DJ battle'
    We say 'clash with two sounds'
    We rock the hottest things no matter how much it cost
    You talkin about 'yeah son!'
    We talkin about 'yo, lock it off!'
    Wheel that and tek it from de top
    And just flash up unno lighta and watch the dance rock
    Kardinal is gonna show you how the T dot rolls
    My style is off the thermostat plus I'm comin from the cold-yo


    [Kardinal Offishall]
    Y'all steady talkin about 'your boys'
    We talkin about 'de man dem'
    We talkin about 'your breddren
    We talkin about 'your friend'
    When you say 'the club is over'
    Yo we say 'the jam done'
    When we thinkin about the west, we thinkin about Red-1
    Big ups and salutations to the Figure IV crew
    When you sayin 'she's a chicken'
    She a 'skettlebam too!'
    When you talkin about a 'thug nigga'
    We talkin about a 'shotta'
    When you think you got it locked, T dot comin much hotta
    You think we all Jamacian, when nuff man are Trini's
    Bajans, Grenadians and a hole heap of Hatians
    Guyanese and all of the West Indies combined
    To make the T dot O dot, one of a kind
    IRS said 'we burn corn' that means 'we puff la'
    When we say 'hell no'
    That means you 'that nuh mek it'
    Look me in the eye and tell me y'all ain't sold
    My style is off the thermostat plus I'm comin from the cold-yo

    This song was last modified on October 18th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Roba Music, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc..
    Written by Jason D. N Harrow, Rodney Price.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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