Kardinal Offishall - Go Ahead Den Lyrics
[Kardinal Offishall]AlrightYo, I'm bustI'mma kill it, I'mma kill itHere we go here we goYoMy flow is like a ***** block for your whole label street teamMy verse is like a hearse for your marketing schemeMy whole steez nigga please, put the mic downTalking 'bout you represent, when you embarrassing your townWalking around with the Gay Pride parade crownSilicone raps underneath that pink gownPosing as a killer when you living as a clownEntertaining A&R's too deaf to hear the soundYou a has-been rapper, talking 'bout your style's niceSaying I'm independent now, looking for a new lifeA weak DJ, living off of 80's fameGuess starring in the Basement, living off of Tigga's nameMy name's Kardinal, the pearl mic dark figureDiploma type thoughts mixed up with street niggasLiving underground trying to earn the pop loot'Cause I won't sell crack and got no aim to shootNo patience for the weed, not quick enough to tiefCan't pimp, don't like fur coats or gold teethBut I can rock the hell out of a fat ass beatI might smile, up in your face and then jack your S-PCHORUS 1 [Kardinal Offishall] {CMDYo, I'm ill to the 7th degreeT-dot represent, ya hearing me{Go ahead denYo, I'm the nicest rapper dapperWith flows you don't know, how a firestarter go{Go ahead denYo, lick two, chart off in the skyA make way when I'm stepping in the room{Go ahead denYo eff rappers, I'm the hardest thing on two feetYo, listen to me, ya not zeen{Well go ahead den[Kardinal Offishall]Yo, my rhymes are FedEx covered in latexDelivered to your Jubby, my charms tribes quest for hot sexNo bust for the next can protectIt's when the I drop, the niggas saying 'what?'And the skins are saying wet wet wet wet wetI'm dripping in 'nuff girls, and missing what we trying to sayBut talking about a revolution, end up talking about the dayWhen they can feel a rapper's privates, I'm looking for your mindBut I'm seeing all your titties and a big round behindOh damn girl, you make think 'bout selling outBut oops, your weave just fell outHa haI'm straight from the place that first brought you Vince CarterThe story of Hurricane, and imported sugar caneAnd snappy pop coming out three for a dollarWhat, Peter loves who?Yo don't bother to hail it upIn the streets where we meet 'cause you might get beatAnd find your head caught between timbos and concreteAnd that's real, a lot of ignorant peeps around the wayAin't trying to bend over to the madness of the dayBut do what to do and yo who am I to sayI just want your records sales anywayYou see meCHORUS 2 [Kardinal Offishall] {CMDSomeone kill to try and come up with the things that I sayI'm a bad mother-yo{Go ahead denI'm too fresh like Guess-V, in a special way (special way)But everyday{Go ahead den"It's no way we can rock after them" <-- Black Thought** scratched by DJ Tracks **[Kardinal Offishall]Yo yoI'm kick another one, another one for the mic, know what I'm sayingYo, I'm rolling through my hood system waking up the neighboursHell yeah, I know it's wrong but I gotta pump my songHeavier rotation than Sisqo and Thong SongI'm the perfect combination of Einstein and Long Dong SilverUp in one, kick real raps for funI'm the black anti-Babylon, rapping shogunI try not bus' until I'm sure she cumIf I get a little hit, check I out the whole longMy tongue is like an instant check for 7-0'sWrite about this, rhyme something about the hoesAnyways I try to uplift, but not too serious yetBecause too much to say makes a negro's a threatSo we talk about sex and promote the drug gameEven though we know it's wrong, we just trying to make a nameCha, I'm trying to get my Mom's out the ghettoAnd you would too if you could flow, stupid!CHORUS 1"It's no way we can rock after them" <-- Black Thought** scratched by DJ Tracks **[KO] DJ Tracks
