Set it off
by Kardinal Offishall
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Gibberish
(Baraba rabababarabuh)
(Wwaaoouuhhh!)
Ohh Heh! (x2)
Ohh Ohh Ehh! (x7)
(Kardinal Offishall)
Yo! I´m tryin not to wear three X´s no more
It´s OK now Carter stand 6´4
You can hear the insecurity in my voice right
I don´t take my chain off on the mics
My security piece
It gives me security(security)
I´m waiting for the ghetto to secure me
I just put away thirty percent for my taxes
Twenty for the feds, the rest under my matress Huh
I gave my wallet a botox injection
A bunch ´a rude boyz in´a your section
Trynna give my tax bracket an erection
A seventies entity Girl look at my complexion
If you can smell my cologne, you´re too close
You small time, My +net+ what you made +gross+
Seven days everyday when you from around my way
I´m married to the life girl, catchin the bouquet
(Refrain : Kardinal Ofishall & Pusha-T)
Set It Off(Ohh Ohh Ehh!)
Fire Me Up [x4]
Hold It Down(Ohh Ohh Ehh!)
Yeah That´s It [x4]
(Pusha-T Of Clipse)
Pusha, Yeah
Trim set ´em Thin better than I
Comin through in the slim leathers that´s followed by the fives
My and My Niggas call the coupe Jekyl and Hyde
´Cause the roof´s On and Off´s Like They In and Out Of Their Minds
Eggshell pale ti-da-tota on the scale
The old nine´s is out and I ain´t waiting on a deal
The same time the mothafuckers bargaining and lawyering
That coke money just keep pouring in and pouring in
Quarter mil bling-bling, That´s the price of fame, lame
I should have a title and a D.E on the chain man
Re-up Gang pyrex over pie roll
Stir it till it´s hard, Pop it out, let it dry slow
Recipe for Greatness Me and Carty now Nigga taste this
You fucking with the A-list. Face it.
Nigga this tha´ swag Four-eighty-five hangin´ off my ass
We call it Frivolous cash (What the fuck)
(Refrain)
(Malice of Clipse)
(Now listen)
Superstar Like Lupe
See me in the Coupe Hot damn It´s a new day
I remove the roof as if it´s a toupe
To shed light on the jewels, Glue on blu-ray
High definition
I get cash two-twenty on the dash and a self start ignition
Tola don´t love me but she keep insisting
Brain so good it´s hard to keep my distance
Red Carpet entrance play clothes fashion
Nose in the air I smell a chanel platinum
Re-Up is the Gang, I rep with a passion
Till the wheels fall off and It all Come crashing
Malice with Mr. Carter now
Behind dark tint like we on the prowl
Nothing like money make a bitch loose her blouse
Well done homie, we rich take a bow.
(Refrain)
Ohh Heh! (x2)
Ohh Ohh Ehh! (x7)
(Baraba rabababarabuh)
(Wwaaoouuhhh!)
Ohh Heh! (x2)
Ohh Ohh Ehh! (x7)
(Kardinal Offishall)
Yo! I´m tryin not to wear three X´s no more
It´s OK now Carter stand 6´4
You can hear the insecurity in my voice right
I don´t take my chain off on the mics
My security piece
It gives me security(security)
I´m waiting for the ghetto to secure me
I just put away thirty percent for my taxes
Twenty for the feds, the rest under my matress Huh
I gave my wallet a botox injection
A bunch ´a rude boyz in´a your section
Trynna give my tax bracket an erection
A seventies entity Girl look at my complexion
If you can smell my cologne, you´re too close
You small time, My +net+ what you made +gross+
Seven days everyday when you from around my way
I´m married to the life girl, catchin the bouquet
(Refrain : Kardinal Ofishall & Pusha-T)
Set It Off(Ohh Ohh Ehh!)
Fire Me Up [x4]
Hold It Down(Ohh Ohh Ehh!)
Yeah That´s It [x4]
(Pusha-T Of Clipse)
Pusha, Yeah
Trim set ´em Thin better than I
Comin through in the slim leathers that´s followed by the fives
My and My Niggas call the coupe Jekyl and Hyde
´Cause the roof´s On and Off´s Like They In and Out Of Their Minds
Eggshell pale ti-da-tota on the scale
The old nine´s is out and I ain´t waiting on a deal
The same time the mothafuckers bargaining and lawyering
That coke money just keep pouring in and pouring in
Quarter mil bling-bling, That´s the price of fame, lame
I should have a title and a D.E on the chain man
Re-up Gang pyrex over pie roll
Stir it till it´s hard, Pop it out, let it dry slow
Recipe for Greatness Me and Carty now Nigga taste this
You fucking with the A-list. Face it.
Nigga this tha´ swag Four-eighty-five hangin´ off my ass
We call it Frivolous cash (What the fuck)
(Refrain)
(Malice of Clipse)
(Now listen)
Superstar Like Lupe
See me in the Coupe Hot damn It´s a new day
I remove the roof as if it´s a toupe
To shed light on the jewels, Glue on blu-ray
High definition
I get cash two-twenty on the dash and a self start ignition
Tola don´t love me but she keep insisting
Brain so good it´s hard to keep my distance
Red Carpet entrance play clothes fashion
Nose in the air I smell a chanel platinum
Re-Up is the Gang, I rep with a passion
Till the wheels fall off and It all Come crashing
Malice with Mr. Carter now
Behind dark tint like we on the prowl
Nothing like money make a bitch loose her blouse
Well done homie, we rich take a bow.
(Refrain)
Ohh Heh! (x2)
Ohh Ohh Ehh! (x7)
