Wednesday, April 6, 2011

Kardinal Offishall – On Wit Da Show Lyrics

smile
Chalk another to the file
Quest for breasts, my purpose to move the mistress
So cess broke the ice like Gretzky
I told she have me your signature or number
Lumber could be if I hold you tomorrow
Who, ate, simply went to my date`s now my belle`s apparatus
Is switched the player status with the baddest appeal
Why frustrate the king`s night
Eat chicken at 3 and the struggle at 4 o`clock
Cool, again I make the girl`s door
Just phone me FT `cause her birthday suit is saw
Hit the story in a hearts swift motion
Lotion the struggle and like caress all me
In the cup (what), arm in the cup (what)
Hittin` that spot that`s G, you live I do your head sheet
That the hit was a nap and the biggest episode
Took 5 minutes for the cannon to explode
She said do you know me and I said no
Then she slapped my side I grabbed her and said ho
Do that again and your story gets told
To get it in was nice, but yo I`ll get more
`Cause Offishall`s out for mine and so some
I hit some and give some then on wid da show
Word up

CHORUS 2x [Kardinal Offishall & Tara Chase]
One for the money and two`s for my bros
And 3 is for the cause, pause
And 4 is for the tricks and stuff
Wanna bang with us, and again for the dough
Yo on wid da show

[Kardinal Offishall]
I knew this girl named Susan
Fly skin from the islands, of Trini
Who ever had a set that`s cut mini
And influence to get praise and so the skin lay low
And only playin` hostess when niggas got dough
One day I see her rollin` with these niggas that I knew
Walkin` through the downtown about a half past two
So I warn my niggas word up she livin` foul
She only smiled and said `Yo nigs yo know my style`
Cool, eh was that John Young
He took her to the castle his moms was not home
She undressed herself to expose the irresistible
Coca-Cola body while he bobbin` like motorola
38-32-46 my my my
Only trouble was she wouldn`t spread her thighs
Said I take a hundred, my nigga said well
Just blow up on my jewels until my headpiece swell
Yo, she said do you know me and he said no
This queen got dressed he grabbed her and said ho
Do what you do but no duckets will flow
Nice try, on the real niggas only make dough
You didn`t think so

CHORUS X2

[Kardinal Offishall]
Now to my uptown rollers, go and get yours
If you`re sippin` over proof within a Lex Coupe
Shotgun, what`s up with them niggas that passed
Real Gs make peace and get pieces that last (on the real)
On the material I ain`t about bustin` steel
Praise the Lord I won`t sway not even slightly
Give thanks for my spirit and for my boys
And for my blood
For all them true heads that make noise
While niggas pose hard we do the Kardinal dance
While you`re still leavin` a jam with your hands inside your pants
Kardinal Offishall will do it for you broke
Yo, cause one`s for the money and we on wid da show
You didn`t think so

CHORUS X3

OUTRO [Tara Chase]
Ms. Tara Chase, Kardinal
Representing, yeah

Artist: Kardinal Offishall Song: On Wit Da Show Album: Unknown



* originally from Kardi`s indie release "Eye & I"

[Kardinal Offishall]
Are we on?
Turn me on
Are we on?
Are we on this?
Come on, come on, come on
Yeah
Check it
It was a chill and lonely
Offishall style that coerced her to

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