Huh From J.A. To-T Dot, huh Respect big you should see that Aye yo, hello, huh, it's Bounty Killer, Kardinal Aye yo, hello, look at dat Lord, mi gyal And we do it like, huh They should know Oh That's right Yeah, a yagga yagga, yagga yagga, yo yo (okay) Lord have mercy Huh, yeah A yagga yagga, yagga yo, yo yo It's Mr. Kardinal comin' through my niggas, good morning Are ya'll ready? Okay, here we go Lord have mercy (mi sing seh) Kardi Kardi, he likes to party He cause nuff trouble, drinks a little Bacardi He's, just the man who's on the mic (mic) And when he's walkin' through a club he likes the skins tight (okay) For all a y'all thinkin' he rhymin' well It's just to see you smile and enjoy yourself 'Cause it's cool when you cause a Kardi condition To spread peace and love, aye yo, that's my mission So a listen, a to what we say Silverhouse makes the funky rhythms everyday (that's right) I, wake up around eight o'clock in the morning Practice all my verses 'cause we soon on tour and Go to the bathroom to wash up Thinkin' 'bout the last female who just got stuck And say, mirror mirror, on, the wall I know I'm type fresh am I fresher than the mall? Yes yes y'all, five minutes it lasted My girls got my money like I'm Old Dirty Bastard The vibe I spread not just for show I get ill, Kardinal steady runnin' things still Mi sing seh, when rudebwoy inna di place Not a funny man can't chat inna mi face (okay) Stand up for di people, represent fi every race (uh huh) Rockin' to di rhythm and mi bang it to di bass (yeah) Mi sing seh, Killer Kardinal inna di place Watch how di hot gal dem a whine up dem waist Anywhere dem legal, mi a follow di trace Soap man ah scope out fi deal with dem case Yo, yo yo Bust the ill gramatics, hip-hop fanatics Porno stars couldn't CV my tactics Y'all might see me up on your MTV Sayin' F the president, the government, and the beast We do the biznass while dealin' with business Doin' push ups at your wife's house for fitness And say I never been there and swear on the goodness (that's right) Some chickens callin' me the royal hoodness Put these rhymes in your magazine for measure The triple XL wrapped strapped to give ya pleasure Droppin' some conscience thoughts and at leisure Twistin' theoretical thought patterns to seizures (word) Maneuverin' mic mishaps to make some classic type content Cleanin' up the fake out the average listener Lookin' for the cursor Look here, do I look like the average person? (Nope) Six foot four mom said, "Don't talk to whores" Skettles are floozies my attitude's choosy So speak up when your addressin' the name All I wants the assets y'all keep the fame, still Mi sing seh, when rudebwoy inna di place (yeah) Not a funny man can't chat inna mi face (okay) Stand up for di people, represent fi every race Rockin' to di rhythm and mi bang it to di bass (yo, yo yo) Mi sing seh, Killer Kardinal inna di place (uh huh) Watch how di hot gal dem a whine up dem waist Anywhere dem legal, mi a follow di trace Soap man ah scope out fi deal with dem case Yo yo, yo yo Curse if you must 'cause my whole crew buss So big that the streets nickname my mic notorious Girls rush to try to blow us like dust But we avoid the lust and remain like cold Crush My whole team victorious, old school like Amadeus at the Apollo Pop lockin' for Rollo, sippin' on the white bottle Right from T-Dot or peace tomorrow But no squabble just necks gettin' throttled You thought it was a bottle it was just self control From me knockin' you the f*ck out layin' you out cold (God damn) Stop talkin' let your records do the walkin' While I'll be laid up in jam down sylarkin From Jamaica back to T-Dot Killer Kardinal a rip di place, tell dem a we dat Girls a scream and guh long like dem a idiot We have dem weak and everybody see dat Perfect lady, mi a wonder if a she dat? Woman a mi dream this girl wanna be dat Fat in her jeans, Kardinal him would a squeeze dat Put on di ring and di Killer nah go leave dat (ya know?) I'm fallin, could you believe dat? Everything she have fi offer mi wan retrieve dat Fashion and mi love you know seh she gwan receive dat Legacy mi real estate she a achieve dat, you must believe dat Fire Yeah niggas is gettin' nervous, aha Yeah, fire
Written by: Jason Harrow, Rodney Basil Price, Dominick Lamb
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