Cappadonna

Cappadonna - Somebody Got To Go lyrics

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I'll break that nigga face in, right there

(I'm listening) Right there at the wrinkle

(Who over there?) Yeah, this is the body snatchers

(Buddha, get him, man) Invasion, slang gargoyles

(Right right) Nigga, we eat tracks for a living

(Tell him again, Don) The beats ananymous

Ya'll niggas is taking up space, straight up

Snatching one of ya'll niggas up from the background

Drag you over there, to one of the movie sets

The new movies that's out right now, with the fucking...

People on the juggle, straight up and down

Aiyo, my thoughts jump around like a dog in a river

The heat I deliver, the beat, I get rid of

To send him, I hit 'em when I'm a getter

The fat rhyme spitter, heavy with the flow

Somebody got to go, somebody got to know

I blow a mic, flow's are getting closer

Caught up in the ponder rosa, chrome toaster

Five broker, face poker

African rice, fish head, a little ocra

I get folker, Staten Oprah, CD poster

He's a vulture, knowledge culture

Eat kosher, end of the day, do what I'm 'posed ta

Somebody got to go I get closer, the show roaster

Lounge'll rope ya, Stone Gang niggas'll smoke ya

Somebody gotta gosta!

Somebody's got to go

Somebody's got to go

I can't stand this jive no longer

Somebody's, somebody's

Somebody's got to go

Somebody gotta go, I spit flow

That shit that make you wanna get dough

If I don't sell rap, I pitch snow

Ya chick slow, might see Don with a thick ho

My click come you better be out

T.C. out, break bread, hustle and pop lead

Throw darts, come off the head, break bread

Park Heeze, get greasy, we doin it easy

Brains in the 5 yeah they always please me

Try but can't freeze me, I'm too hot for MTV

Burn ya TV, niggas cee me as P-I

Double L-A-G-E, my dogs go hard

Chicks give me head, B!

Incredible flows, athletical blows

ACG's on my feet, supply heat

Fry beefs, all my guys eat

We in here, Chambermusik take your cream

Honor Management, live your dream

Somebody got to go - get that steam

Clear the block off, run fast, hold your bean

Raw scene, our life's like a movie screen

Rated R, hood superstars, great green in jars

The streets is ours, we beating the odds

Roll out, heat in da cars, from deep in the garage

Put beef in the broadz, put skeet in they bras

Me and my man, yo, we just cheating the laws

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