(Canibus)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, uh
You know it's all terrific
You know it's
(Canibus)
Yo
I just want to see you pump yo fist
I don't want to hear ya'll talk no shit
I just want to get on stage and show the gift
Show the gift
(Canibus)
I'm the type of nigga that'll click-click ride with ya
The type of nigga that'll smoke that lah with ya
The type of nigga that'll bust that nine at ya
Spit that line at ya, kick that fire at ya
(Canibus)
Yo
Ayo
What up god? No luck? Aww
You can't sell crack on the block no more
Cause I pulled up, parked, rolled up, sparked
Dogs bark. Oh shit! Narcs!
I Jackie Chan up the wall and sit in the dark
Or go running for a jog while I spit in the park
My jigsaw still hard, the metaphors remain sharp
Give you sharp pains through your brain if you slang-box
Me and you in the sandbox with our hands locked
Get the same shit your man with the broken hand got
I bang Glock, I've been hot
Cock bang Mi Ling from Bangkok for ten baht
My broad with the fat ass can sit up front
Your broad that look like trash can sit in the trunk
I'ma fuck 'til I break off chunks
Break off a big chunk of skunk and take off with a blunt
Hit the studio, sometimes I work all day
Still change my voice-box oil every 3K
Step to the stage, throw a sign to the Deejay
Everybody screaming out, "Do what the weed say!"
Yeah, yeah, yeah, uh
You know it's all terrific
You know it's
(Canibus)
Yo
I just want to see you pump yo fist
I don't want to hear ya'll talk no shit
I just want to get on stage and show the gift
Show the gift
(Canibus)
I'm the type of nigga that'll click-click ride with ya
The type of nigga that'll smoke that lah with ya
The type of nigga that'll bust that nine at ya
Spit that line at ya, kick that fire at ya
(Canibus)
Yo
Ayo
What up god? No luck? Aww
You can't sell crack on the block no more
Cause I pulled up, parked, rolled up, sparked
Dogs bark. Oh shit! Narcs!
I Jackie Chan up the wall and sit in the dark
Or go running for a jog while I spit in the park
My jigsaw still hard, the metaphors remain sharp
Give you sharp pains through your brain if you slang-box
Me and you in the sandbox with our hands locked
Get the same shit your man with the broken hand got
I bang Glock, I've been hot
Cock bang Mi Ling from Bangkok for ten baht
My broad with the fat ass can sit up front
Your broad that look like trash can sit in the trunk
I'ma fuck 'til I break off chunks
Break off a big chunk of skunk and take off with a blunt
Hit the studio, sometimes I work all day
Still change my voice-box oil every 3K
Step to the stage, throw a sign to the Deejay
Everybody screaming out, "Do what the weed say!"
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