Originally* from Kardi's indie release "Eye & I" [Kardinal

Offishall] Are
we on Turn?
me on Are
we on Are?
we on this Come?
on come, on come, on Yeah
Check
it It
was a cool and lonely Offishall
style that coerced her to smile Chalk
another to the file Quest
for breasts my, intent to impress the mistress So
cess broke the ice like Gretzky I
told she give me your signature or number Lumber
could follow if I check you tomorrow Who
ate, simply, went to my date's now my belle's apparatus Is
switched the player status with the baddest appeal Why
spoil the king's night Eat
chicken at three and the skin at four o'clock Cool
again, I reach the girl's door Just
call me ft 'cause her birthday suit is saw Hit
the floor in a hearts swift motion Lotion
the skin and like caress all me In
the cup (what) arm, in the cup (what) Hittin'
that spot that's G you, know I do your head sheet That
the hit was a nap and the biggest episode Took
five minutes for the cannon to explode She
said do you love me and I said no Then
she slapped my face I grabbed her and said ho Do
that again and your story gets told To
stick it in was nice but, yo I'll get more 'Cause
Offishall's out for mine and then some I
hit some and leave some then on wid da show Word
up Chorus

2x [Kardinal Offishall & Tara Chase] One
for the money and two's for my bros And
three is for the cause pause, And
four is for the tricks and stuff Wanna
bang with us and, again for the dough Yo
on wid da show [Kardinal

Offishall] I
knew this girl named Susan Fly
skin from the islands of, Trini Who
always had a dress that's cut mini And
tempt to get praise and so the skin lay low And
only playin' hostess when n s****got dough One
day I see her rollin' with these n s****that I knew Walkin'
through the downtown about a half past two So
I warn my n s****word up she livin' foul She
just smiled and said 'Yo nigs yo know my style' Cool
eh, was that John Young He
took her to the palace his moms was not home She
undressed herself to reveal the irresistible Coca-Cola
body while he bobbin' like motorola 38-32-46
my my my Only
problem was she wouldn't spread her thighs Said
I need a hundred my, n anussaid well Just
suck up on my jewels until my headpiece swell Yo
she, said do you love me and he said no This
queen got dressed he grabbed her and said ho Do
what you do but no duckets will flow Nice
try on, the real n s****only make dough You
didn't think so Chorus

X2 [Kardinal

Offishall] Now
to my uptown rollers go, and get yours If
you're sippin' over proof inside a Lex Coupe Shotgun
what's, up with them n s****that passed Real
Gs make peace and get pieces that last (on the real) On
the real I ain't about bustin' steel Praise
the Almighty I won't sway not even slightly Give
thanks for my life and for my boys And
for my blood For
all them true heads that make noise While
n s****pose hard we do the Kardinal dance While
you're still leavin' a jam with your hands inside your pants Kardinal
Offishall will do it for you broke Yo
cause, one's for the money and we on wid da show You
didn't think so Chorus

X3 Outro

[Tara Chase] Ms
Tara. Chase Kardinal, Representing
yeah,
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On Wit Da Show Lyrics

Kardinal Offishall – On Wit Da Show Lyrics