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from Kardinal Offishall - Not 4 Sale [Explicit Version] (2008)
Gibberish
(Baraba rabababarabuh) (Wwaaoouuhhh!) Ohh Heh! [x2] Ohh Ohh Ehh! [x7] [Verse 1: Kardinal Offishall] Yo! I`m tryin not to wear three X`s no more It`s OK now Carter stand 6`4 You can hear the insecurity in my voice right I don`t take my chain off on the mics My security piece It gives me security(security) I`m waiting for the ghetto to secure me I just put away thirty percent for my taxes Twenty for the feds, the rest under my matress Huh I gave my wallet a botox injection A bunch `a rude boyz in`a your section Trynna give my tax bracket an erection A seventies entity Girl look at my complexion If you can smell my cologne, you`re too close You small time, My +net+ what you made +gross+ Seven days everyday when you from around my way I`m married to the life girl, catchin the bouquet [Chorus: Kardinal Ofishall & Pusha-T] Set It Off(Ohh Ohh Ehh!) Fire Me Up [x4] Hold It Down(Ohh Ohh Ehh!) Yeah That`s It [x4] [Verse 2: Pusha-T Of Clipse] Pusha, Yeah Trim set `em Thin better than I Comin through in the slim leathers that`s followed by the fives My and My Niggas call the coupe Jekyl and Hyde `Cause the roof`s On and Off`s Like They In and Out Of Their Minds Eggshell pale ti-da-tota on the scale The old nine`s is out and I ain`t waiting on a deal The same time the mothafuckers bargaining and lawyering That coke money just keep pouring in and pouring in Quarter mil bling-bling, That`s the price of fame, lame I should have a title and a D.E on the chain man Re-up Gang pyrex over pie roll Stir it till it`s hard, Pop it out, let it dry slow Recipe for Greatness Me and Carty now Nigga taste this You fucking with the A-list. Face it. Nigga this tha` swag Four-eighty-five hangin` off my ass We call it Frivolous cash (What the fuck) [Chorus] [Verse 3: Malice of Clipse] (Now listen) Superstar Like Lupe See me in the Coupe Hot damn It`s a new day I remove the roof as if it`s a toupe To shed light on the jewels, Glue on blu-ray High definition I get cash two-twenty on the dash and a self start ignition Tola don`t love me but she keep insisting Brain so good it`s hard to keep my distance Red Carpet entrance play clothes fashion Nose in the air I smell a chanel platinum Re-Up is the Gang, I rep with a passion Till the wheels fall off and It all Come crashing Malice with Mr. Carter now Behind dark tint like we on the prowl Nothing like money make a bitch loose her blouse Well done homie, we rich take a bow. [Chorus] Ohh Heh! [x2] Ohh Ohh Ehh! [x7] |
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