Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song I Gotcha', artist - Canibus. Album song Hip-hop For $ale, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 21.11.2005
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Babygrande
Song language: English
I Gotcha' |
| I gotcha! |
| Uh-huh, huh! |
| You thought I didn’t see ya now didn’t ya? |
| Uh |
| Uh-huh, huh! |
| You tried to sneak by me now didn’t ya? |
| Hehehe |
| Uh-huh, huh! |
| Now gimme what’cha promised me |
| GIVE IT HERE, C’MON! |
| Yeah, yeah |
| Yeah, uh, you know it’s all terrific |
| Know it’s… yo |
| I just wanna see you pump yo' fists |
| I don’t wanna hear y’all talk no shit |
| I just wanna get on stage and show the gift |
| Show the gift… |
| I’m the type of nigga that’ll click-click ride wit’cha |
| The type of nigga that’ll smoke that lah wit’cha |
| The type of nigga that’ll bust that nine at’cha |
| Spit that line at’cha, hit that fi-i-yah |
| Yo, aiyyo whattup, God? |
| No love? |
| Odd |
| You can’t sell crack on the block no more |
| Cause I pulled up, parked, rolled up, sparked |
| Dogs barked, OH SHIT! |
| NARC’s |
| I Jackie Chan up the wall and sit in the dark |
| Or go runnin for a jog while I spit in the park |
| My jigsaw still hard, the metaphors remain sharp |
| Give you sharp pains through your brain up your 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 been hot |
| Cocked back Mai Ling from Bangkok |
| Mind grow, but 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 voicebox oil every 3K |
| Step to the stage, throw a sign to the DJ |
| Everybody screamin out — do what the weed say! |
| The type of nigga that’ll set up shop wit’cha |
| The type of nigga that’ll pace the block wit’cha |
| The type of nigga that’ll pass the Glock to ya |
| Stash the rock for ya, nigga I gotcha |
| (This is!) The ghetto-ass shit for you baby |
| The hood love it, so I gotta give it to 'em daily |
| I’m on the block, like Olajuwon and Ewing |
| I’m a pimp bitch, by the way, how ya momma doin? |
| Like Rakim Allah, I’m a «Microphone Fiend» |
| The fuckin «Last Dragon» like Leroy Green |
| That Mausberg kicks, rearrange your spleen |
| Now you on part of the Handicapped, Olympic Team |
| I got a, deadly disease without a vaccine |
| It’s called |
| You runnin game, all I’m sayin is where your fuckin team? |
| This that dope, somebody and let the lyrics fiend |
| I’m livin dreams from a stroke of the pen to get the cream |
| You garbage, I turn the channel when you come on the screen |
| Flow so pure, cause I’m fuckin with raw |
| Suited up, booted up, and I’m ready for war |
| Yo 'Bis, let’s get it live, grab the tec-9, what else? |
| The Glock 9, and the double-axle forty-five |
| Bend your mental from the beginning to the end |
| It’s connected to the beginning like infinity symbols |
| I keep it simple, don’t wanna offend you |
| Cause niggas don’t understand what they ain’t in to |
| (Misunderstandin, is still a form of understandin) |
| But y’all niggas don’t hear me though |