Kardinal Offishall Lyrics

Album: Unknown

On Wit Da Show Lyrics

* 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 cool and lonely

 Offishall style that coerced her to smile

 Chalk another to the file

 Quest for breasts, my intent to impress the mistress

 So cess broke the ice like Gretzky

 I told she give me your signature or number

 Lumber could follow if I check 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 spoil the king's night

 Eat chicken at three and the skin at four o'clock

 Cool, again I reach the girl's door

 Just call me FT 'cause her birthday suit is saw

 Hit the floor in a hearts swift motion

 Lotion the skin and like caress all me

 In the cup (what), arm in the cup (what)

 Hittin' that spot that's G, you know I do your head sheet

 That the hit was a nap and the biggest episode

 Took five minutes for the cannon to explode

 She said do you love me and I said no

 Then she slapped my face I grabbed her and said ho

 Do that again and your story gets told

 To stick it in was nice, but yo I'll get more

 'Cause Offishall's out for mine and then some

 I hit some and leave 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 three is for the cause, pause

 And four 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 always had a dress that's cut mini

 And tempt 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 just smiled and said 'Yo nigs yo know my style'

 Cool, eh was that John Young

 He took her to the palace his moms was not home

 She undressed herself to reveal the irresistible

 Coca-Cola body while he bobbin' like motorola

 38-32-46 my my my

 Only problem was she wouldn't spread her thighs

 Said I need a hundred, my nigga said well

 Just suck up on my jewels until my headpiece swell

 Yo, she said do you love 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 inside 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 real I ain't about bustin' steel

 Praise the Almighty I won't sway not even slightly

 Give thanks for my life 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