Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Get Mo' Cheddar, artist - Natas. Album song Godlike, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 17.09.2008
Record label: Aknu Media
Song language: English
Get Mo' Cheddar |
| Get 'mo chedda |
| Get 'mo chedda |
| Get 'mo chedda |
| Get 'mo chedda |
| Baby |
| To all the little kids straight handle ya biz |
| I don’t wear a watch cause I know what time it is |
| I made up this flow when I was holdin' cocaine |
| It’s me with LSD rap so insane |
| Acid |
| You see that cop car pass it |
| Everything legit in here just don’t crash it |
| Mash it |
| That’s that shit, turn it up, blast that shit |
| Rollin' down Grashit headed downtown |
| Makin' my rounds |
| Got a cloud in the car cause I smoked about a pound |
| Swerve to the left, swerve to the right |
| Then I think to myself, I been chrome all my life |
| Livin' in the city full of rats, tryna get the cheese |
| Everyday I ride it’s like watch for the enemies |
| It’s Esham nigga bomb then I Taliban |
| When it come to Natas make you bow down like Islam |
| To this lyrical terrorism |
| As we dip into this ism |
| And get all these scribbles |
| Gotta get it |
| Always been a fighta |
| One with the pen always been a writa |
| Bring fire to the cypha |
| These days I spit shit tighta |
| New drug you love that gets you higha |
| A truth ryda |
| You say the same you a lier |
| Chase cats so fast, bend blocks on two tires |
| Gotta get it 'mo chedda, gotta hit it |
| That lick that life gotta live it |
| If ya got it don’t bullshit with it |
| Fuckin' with Natas, my dollas mean big digits |
| Gotta scratch the masta flow |
| On the scene, bein seen, gotta watch cats fo' sho' |
| They see me get paper |
| And kick bullshit lata |
| It’s all talk, it’s all talk hata |
| How ya feelin' inside? |
| When I’m winnin' by |
| Rollin' spokes |
| Goin' for broke |
| My hood is my kingdom |
| I keep a green thumb countin' green ones |
| Mastamind, the masta plan’s in a fat sack |
| On a hustle, a bubble, it ain’t quick gat |
| As I roll up the block and I calculate |
| My two way goes off, gotta get my papes |
| It’s my man Gleco on a interstate |
| Say he’s got the Chyna White with the fishkal flakes |
| Shit I got my pot hot, water ready to bubble |
| When the snow hit the flo' niggas watch for trouble |
| But I’m used to that shit, got the mishly grit |
| Fo' pound, Mo Town, so ill legit |
| Gotta get mo' chedda, gotta get mo' cheese |
| Gotta break down bell, push keys in E |
| Gotta keep the heat close for the inna me |
| Still makin' niggas flee like they refugee |
| Still stompin' E strong |
| Till my paper get long |
| Niggas gotta get snaps till the day that I’m gone |
| Once again it’s on, TNT is the bomb |
| Pull the chedda, leave ya bloody like a old tampon |