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canibus - i gotcha' lyrics

(intro)
i gotcha!
uh-huh, huh! you thought i didn’t see ya now didn’t ya? uh
uh-huh, huh! you tried to sneak by me now didn’t ya? hehehe
uh-huh, huh! now gimme what’cha promised me
give it here, c’mon!

(canibus)
yeah, yeah
yeah, uh, you know it’s all terrific
know it’s… yo

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i just wanna see you pump yo’ fists
i don’t wanna hear y’all talk no sh-t
i just wanna get on stage and show the gift
show the gift…

(chorus one)
i’m the type of n-gg- that’ll click-click ride wit’cha
the type of n-gg- that’ll smoke that lah wit’cha
the type of n-gg- that’ll bust that nine at’cha
spit that line at’cha, hit that fi-i-yah

(canibus)
yo, what up god? no luck? aww
you can’t sell crack on the block no more
’cause i pulled up, parked, rolled up, sparked
dogs bark. oh sh-t! narcs!
i jackie chan up the wall and sit in the dark
or go running for a jog while i spit in the park
my jigsaw still hard, the metaphors remain sharp
give you sharp pains through your brain if you slang-box
me and you in the sandbox with our hands locked
get the same sh-t your man with the broken hand got
i bang glock, i’ve been hot
c-ck bang mi ling from bangkok for ten baht
my broad with the fat -ss can sit up front
your broad that look like trash can sit in the trunk
i’m gonna f-ck ‘til i break off chunks
break off a big chunk of skunk and take off with a blunt
hit the studio, sometimes i work all day
still change my voice-box oil every 3k
step to the stage, throw a sign to the deejay
everybody screaming out, “do what the weed say!”
(chorus one)

(chorus two)
the type of n-gg- that’ll set up shop wit’cha
the type of n-gg- that’ll pace the block wit’cha
the type of n-gg- that’ll p-ss the block to ya
stash the rock for ya, n-gg- i gotcha

(dmp)
(this is!) the ghetto–ss sh-t for you baby
the hood love it, so i gotta give it to them daily
i’m on the block, like olajuwon and ewing
i’m a pimp b-tch, by the way, how ya momma doin?
like rakim allah, i’m a “microphone fiend”
the f-ckin “last dragon” like leroy green
that mausberg kicks, rearrange your spleen
now you on part of the handicapped, olympic team
i got a deadly disease without a vaccine
it’s called {“get the f-ck outta my face before i let this eagle scream!”}
you runnin game, all i’m sayin is where your f-ckin team?
this that dope, somebody {?} and let the lyrics fiend
i’m livin dreams from a stroke of the pen to get the cream
you garbage, i turn the channel when you come on the screen
flow so pure, ’cause i’m f-ckin with raw
suited up, booted up, and i’m ready for war
yo ‘bis, let’s get it live, grab the tec-9, what else?

(canibus)
the glock-nine and the double-action forty-five
bend your mental from the beginning to the end
is connected to the beginning like infinity symbols
i keep it simple, don’t want to offend you
cause n-gg-s don’t understand what they ain’t into
misunderstanding is still a form of understanding
but y’all n-gg-s don’t hear me though

(chorus one) + (chorus two)

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- canibus lyrics

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