Kardinal Offishall - Sick Lyrics

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Soap man a soap out fi deal with dem case

[Verse 2: Kardinal Offishall]

Yo! Yo! Yo! Bust the ill gramatics hip hop fanactics

Porno stars couldn't cd my tactics

Y'all might see me up on your MTV

So then F the president the government and the beast

We do the biznass while dealin with business

Doin pushups at your wife's house for fitness

And say I never been there and swear on the goodness

(Bounty Killer: That's Right!!!)

Some chickens callin me the royal hoodness

Put these rhymes in your magazine for measure

The triple XL wrapped strapped to give ya pleasure

Droppin some conscience thoughts and at leizures

Twistin theoretical thought patterns to seizures (Word)

Maneuverin mic mishaps to make some classic type content

Cleanin up the fake out the average listener lookin for the cursor

Look here do I look like the average person?

Six foot four mom said don't talk to whores

Skettles are floozies my attitude's choosy

So speak up when your addressin the name

All I want the assets y'all keep the fame still

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[Chorus: Bounty Killer]

Mi sing seh when rudebwoy inna di place

Not a funnyman can't chat inna mi face

Stand up fi di people represent fi every race

Rockin to di rhythm and we bangin to di bass

Mi sing seh Killer Kardinal inna the place

Watch how di hot gal dem a whine up dem waist

Anywhere dem legal mi a follow di trace

Soap man a soap out fi deal with dem case

[Verse 3: Kardinal Offishall]

Yo yo yo yo!! Curse if you must cause my whole crew buss

So big that the streets nickname my mic notorious

Girls rush to try to blow us like dust

But we avoid the lust and remain like Cold Crush

My whole team victorious old school like Amadeus at the Apollo

Pop lockin for Rollo sippin on the white bottle

Right from T Dot or peace tommorrow

But no squabble just necks gettin throttled

You thought it was a bottle it was just self control

From me knockin you the fuck out layin you out cold (God Damn!!!)

Stop talkin let your records do the walkin

While I'll be laid up in jamdown sylarkin

[Bounty Killer]

From Jamaica back to T Dot

Killer Kardinal a rip di place tell dem a we dat

Girls a scream and gallang like dem a idiot

We have dem weak and everybody see dat

Perfect lady mi a wonder if a she dat

Woman a mi dream this girl wanna be dat

Phat in her jeans Kardinal him would a squeeze dat

Put on di ring and di Killer nah go leave dat

I'm fallin could you believe dat?

Everything she have fi offer mi waan retrieve dat

Fashion and mi love you know seh she gwaan receive dat

Legacy mi real estate she a achieve dat you must believe dat

[Outro: Kardinal Offishall]

Fire!!! Yeah! Niggas is gettin nerrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrvous!!!!!!

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