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bishup bicardi - bicardi up lyrics

voodoo world!
yeah!
bicardi!

put ya bicardi up/
east side, put ya bicardi up/
west side, put ya bicardi up/
south side, put ya bicardi up/
world wide, put ya bicardi up/

verse 1:

throw me on in the club, guaranteed to make em dance/
we don’t stand around homie, like dro we shoulder lean/
mami’s looking s-xy with the makeup by maybelline/
living the life they wish, homie my life’s a dream/
these haters gon’ always hate/
like rocko, “i’m doing me”/
swagger on a million, legit no rip off/
these suckas got it twisted, backwards like kris kross/
all they do is commentate, bunch of eric bischoff’s/
got the internet buzzing, these lil bustas p-ssed off/
like nicholas cage, ready for any “face off”/
boston bruin homie, get, getting his cake up/
voodoo world got next, fingers up to the haters/
let em talk that filth, homie we getting paper/
sucka we straight ballin, the club is on and poppin/
going hard all day, you know the haters watching/
this voodoo wave like drugs, coming up from boston/

chorus:

put ya bicardi up, pull ya cash out/
stunt on them pos’, show them what you about/
do ya thing baby, wit ya stilettos on/
go go go, girl, get it on/
pop that bottle, mama get, get in the zone/
this that hit, voodoo world baby we on/
live ya life, rock out, until ya gone/
tell the haters, take a picture with they camera phone/

verse: 2

they ask why i go hard, that’s how i came out papa/
blowing on that ganga, that kush real proper/
sonning you suckas, call me god, worship the father/
wanna compete, sucka i, i wouldn’t bother/
my voodoo world army, drowning em like tsunami/
eating these suckas up pastrami, salami/
i’m on a roll homie, like a fiend doing ecstasy/
it ain’t my fault homie, ya girl wanna be next to me/
kissing me, feeling me, seducing me s-xually/
they treat me like a cure, like bicardi is the remedy/
pocket full of celery, a player like bellamy/
forget these phony characters that grew up on sesame/
we get the club jumping with that rock star energy/
voodoo world, bicardi, number one public enemy/
all through the jealousy, i’m crushing all these centipedes/
i put it on my mama, world this really ain’t the end of me/

chorus:

put ya bicardi up, pull ya cash out/
stunt on them pos’, show them what you about/
do ya thing baby wit ya stilettos on/
go go go, girl, get it on/
pop that bottle, mama get, get in the zone/
this that hit, voodoo world baby we on/
live ya life, rock out, until ya gone/
tell the haters, take a picture with they camera phone/

bridge:

put ya shades on, wave the haters goodbye/
rock’em all day, rock out all night/
living my life, that’s what i’m bout
if you ain’t talking money, then sucka i’m out/
x2

- bishup bicardi lyrics

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