[Kardinal Offishall]
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Get familiar, Black Jays, yeah
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Hehe, Clinton Sparks - yeah!
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G.F.N. nigga, yes
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One two two two, ohh!
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Yes - Offishall Kardinal, one two
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Yeah, hah...
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[Verse One: Kardinal Offishall]
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Aiyyo, I used to be in love with this thing called rap
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But fuck it, 90 percent of these niggaz spittin is wack (YEAH)
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So I treat it like how I met it, way back in '83
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Tried to destroy every other microphone that I see
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These, we the peons and old man actin
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Like they 16 with the tight jeans saggin
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Clothes lookin like bootleg Dapper Dan from the corner of Canal
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Let me show you 'bout style
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I could, rock a outfit for less than three bucks
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And still scoop all of you women from the rudebwoy talk
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You could be, blind and deaf and walkin with a crutch
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Just say "one two" - ah watch the crowd get pumped
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Got the, perfect answer for what y'all need
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Right before you go to the club with a 20 sack of weed
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We don't really give a fuck about who ain't scared
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Cause I be livin in the hood and trust it, they ain't there (YEAH)
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All my niggaz pour heavy cause, we don't care
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Stay low to the streets cause there's shots in the air
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And I could give a fuck about your top ten hit
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Cause I ain't bendin my ass over for shit, trust it (c'mon! )
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[Chorus]
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Aiyyo, cars and cribs it don't mean shit, uh-huh
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My niggaz hustlin for that green shit, uh-huh
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We ease back with that weak-ass crew
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We ain't hatin we just don't like you, uh-huh
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Playtime comes after paper, uh-huh
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Plenty of time for chicks later, uh-huh
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We ease back with that weak-ass crew
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We ain't hatin we just don't like you, my nigga
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[Verse Two: Kardinal Offishall]
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Aiyyo, big-up these rap stars wearin they lipstick
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Cause it makes it easier to see who on my dick
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I got time to make money, respect and rip shit
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Make weight with 8-0-8's, take it and flip shit
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The only thing you flippin is powder from Bisquick
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And you can scream it louder but it still doesn't mean shit
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I'm comin with that mean shit, but yo I'm a cool dude
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And I'm not a hater, I just don't like you
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All the hype writers ain't spreadin in my crew
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Victoria told your +Secret+, we "see-through" you (YEAH)
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East coast, West coast, Dirty South
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Need to harness what a nigga leakin outta the mouth
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If you listen to your girl you'll see what it's about
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90 percent stroke, and 10 percent clout
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25 percent looks, ain't none of it luck
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Cause I get more than a hundred when I'm fuckin shit up
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[Chorus]
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{*scratched samples of Kardinal Offishall*}
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"Kar-Kar-Kardinal" - "Black, Black Jays"
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"Get-get familiar"
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"Well it's him up with Kardi' reppin for the T-Dot, Dot, Dot, Dot"
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"Black-Black Jays is the team"
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"Boston to T-Dot" - "don-don't know"
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"Original rudebwoy on the scene"
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[Kardinal]
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Fuck y'all labels and the niggaz in your crew
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It's a wrap killin 'em with Clinton nigga, whatchu gon' do?
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Kardinal!
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Hater Bug
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Clinton Sparks |