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  • 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 x2: 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 ****** got dough
    One day I see her rollin' with these ****** that
    I knew Walkin' through the downtown about a half past two
    So I warn my ****** 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 ***** said 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 ****** 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 ****** 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 ****** 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
  • 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 x2: 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 ****** got dough
    One day I see her rollin' with these ****** that
    I knew Walkin' through the downtown about a half past two
    So I warn my ****** 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 ***** said 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 ****** 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 ****** 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 ****** 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