Gotta Get It

It's a Kardi Kardi party, what!

What, yeah

Yo this be the Kardi Kardi party, what!

Anybody coming through here, gotta expect

The hottest, hottest, hottest hottest

The hottest hottest shit for real

{Saukrates}

Yo yo, {you bitch ass niggas}

Yo yo yo, {you bitch ass niggas}

Yo yo yo, {you bitch ass niggas}

Niggas know

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

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

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)

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}

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

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!"

Ayo, you better come strapped when we attack

'Cause only strapped cats have a shot at the rap

Bullet holes in the map leave a trail to where we at

But stop short of we

We got them sucking the bowl like they speaking Portuguese

So bitch freeze, your motivation evident

Rhymes milky, chocolate has heaven sent

Ayo, I'm older now, arguing with back clerks

And presidents and crack heads smoking too close to the residence

What!

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}

You know this money man

Got us acting funny man

We sick of living crummy man

We got to get this money man

Yo, big Sox, Kardinal Offishall

Circle IV, big YLook, cousin Spoke

Let the motherfu- beat ride

Don't sleep niggas