Kardinal Offishall - Set It Off lyrics

rate me

Gibberish

(Ya hala bil raba3)

(Wwaaoouuhhh!)

Ohh Heh!

Ohh Ohh Ehh!

Yo! I'm tryin not to wear three X's no more

It's OK Kardinal stand 6'-4"

You can hear the insecurity in my voice right

I don't take my chain off on the mics

My security piece

It gives me security(security)

I'm waiting for the ghetto to secure me

I just put away thirty percent for my taxes

Twenty for the feds, the rest under my matress Huh

I gave my wallet a botox injection

A bunch 'a rude boyz in'a your section

Trynna give my tax bracket an erection

A seventies entity Girl look at my complexion

If you can smell my cologne, you're too close

You small time, My +net+ what you made +gross+

Seven days everyday when you from around my way

I'm married to the life girl, catchin the bouquet

Set It Off(Ohh Ohh Ehh!)

Fire Me Up

Hold It Down(Ohh Ohh Ehh!)

Yeah That's It

Pusha, Yeah

Trim set 'em Thin better than I

Comin through in the slim leathers that's followed by the fives

My and My Niggas call the coupe Jekyl and Hyde

'Cause the roof's On and Off's Like They In and Out Of Their Minds

Eggshell pale ti-da-tota on the scale

The old nine's is out and I ain't waiting on a deal

The same time the mothafuckers bargaining and lawyering

That coke money just keep pouring in and pouring in

Quarter mil bling-bling, That's the price of fame, lame

I should have a title and a D.E on the chain man

Re-up Gang pyrex over pie roll

Stir it till it's hard, Pop it out, let it dry slow

Recipe for Greatness Me and Carty now Nigga taste this

You fucking with the A-list. Face it.

Nigga this tha' swag Four-eighty-five hangin' off my ass

We call it Frivolous cash (What the fuck)

(Now listen)

Superstar Like Lupe

See me in the Coupe Hot damn It's a new day

I remove the roof as if it's a toupe

To shed light on the jewels, Glue on blu-ray

High definition

I get cash two-twenty on the dash and a self start ignition

Tola don't love me but she keep insisting

Brain so good it's hard to keep my distance

Red Carpet entrance play clothes fashion

Nose in the air I smell a chanel platinum

Re-Up is the Gang, I rep with a passion

Till the wheels fall off and It all Come crashing

Malice with Mr. Carter now

Behind dark tint like we on the prowl

Nothing like money make a bitch loose her blouse

Well done homie, we rich take a bow.

Ohh Heh!

Ohh Ohh Ehh!

Thanks to TerryH for these lyrics