Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Watchalike, artist - Kardinal Offishall. Album song Fire And Glory, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.2010
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Watchalike |
Yes rudeboy? |
Talk to the people then, please! |
Put some fire on this one |
Yeah yeah you know |
Circle Clique up in the place you know |
Kardinal Offishall in the place you know |
Busta Bust in the place you know |
Flipmode Squad in the place you know |
The whole T-Dot in the place you know |
New York in the place you know |
Get yo ass up It was all a dream, I used to read Word Up magazine |
Now you can catch me and my niggaz in the limousine |
An eight-seater, rollin’ten niggaz deep |
With five chicks and niggaz in the back in the Jeep |
Cruisin’the streets, word, get down, to the beat |
You don’t stop til them niggaz lick shots |
At the dance with a new dance, this is how we rock |
When we drop, showin’y’all that we just can’t stop |
Yes, from the T-Dot, nigga |
We don’t say «You know what I’m sayin'?» |
We say «Man, the shots sprayin'» |
For the niggaz in the back (Clap, clap) |
See me with the new rap attack, in fact |
It’s like that, at all times when I rhyme good |
Rep every hood, North ??? |
to the wood |
Then back to the streets and adapt, we maintain |
I maim whack cats standin’at a close range |
Tryin’to show y’all people that it ain’t a game |
And it’s all love, if you check what I’m sayin' |
Now what I’m sayin’is it’s on tonight |
My niggaz (Rock BaKardi) let me see what you like |
My niggaz in the back show love |
Straight from the man up above |
People gettin’down in the streets |
Middle finger, plus a nigga makes beats |
Gangstas, keepin’a tool at the waist |
No more gun shots in the place |
Cause niggaz lickin’shots when the mic gets hot |
And my people rub a dub to the bass |
(Flipmode!) Straight up, I hit up and shoot on the block |
Get up and grip on the spot |
Whip up and pick up a Glock, I make the blood spill up Spit up and pick up a shot |
Drip of it stick to your socks, bitch |
Take a trip, controllin’the strip on your block, bitch |
See I ain’t finished stickin’the dick in your crotch, bitch |
Now sit and watch, bitch |
Another notch, you turnin’my shit up and rock |
A little too eager to drop (C'mon, what!) |
So, let’s do it a bit quicker and split up your knot |
A short circuit, like an electrical shock |
So say it to shepherd niggaz, so say it to flock (C'mon!) |
Before I send a bitch to go take what you got |
Actin’like he didn’t know the bitch, then you must have forgot, bitch |
Rip up a nigga, stick up and kick up a nigga |
It could be a million dudes, go rally your clique up my nigga (C'mon!) |
Before we make you want to go ditch on your niggaz |
Switch on them niggaz, before we bring the bitch out of you niggaz |
Yo, yo, last letter in the episode |
(Let me see who to ??? from those who don’t know) |
Put your right foot in |
(Now wait, step back) |
Repeat with the left and add the (Clap, clap) |
How we move makin', too much at stake in The rap game these days, we got |
(Itchy man) trigger finger look |
A little itchy man, while I stay Ichiban |
Tryin’to get money man |
Y’all stay funny man, I’m a lesbian |
Only like women, dun’know that’s the master plan |
Stan, why you tryin’to look like me? |
(You best stay home chillin’out with your wifey) |
This thing here’s for the strong at heart, and the strong of the mind |
We need warriors, not your kind |
Trust me dude (Don't mean to be rude |
But I’ll eat the food) |
Kardinal st&ed it, double octave |
Rappin’like a bull on the mic, never dropped it If it ain’t Timbs, then I’m rockin’some Nikes |
Party people tell me what you like please |