Текст песни Kardinal Offishall f Tara Chase - King of the Hill
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INTRO [Kardinal Offishall]Murderer, yeahKardinal Offishall, yeahFOS crew, yeahThe Circle, yeahCapitol Hill, yeah yeahThis is how it go, on and onTo the like break of wha what!Yeah yeah, check it out[Kardinal Offishall]See me in MC reality spokenSome provoken the Kardinal to speak on sights unheardAs my word is bond, so is mental put into a pictureTwist the vocal like a taste of lime, into the drink of lifeThe rythmn is my wifeI impregnate her the apex to flex a new sonEntitled a composition, taught him how to rockNow the sex don`t stop, my wifey can`t get enoughOf the hardcore, make you want more type of stuffThat I bust all over her insides, sometime on the outsideAdd a beat light to make sure the Immaculate ConceptionIs wicked from start to finish I kick it, mix it into the witch`s brewAdd a backup vocal to the stewNow they be, surfing me at Play De Track, rocking soul and othersDown to Sam Goodie what, peace to goodie goodieRubbing a piece of y`all talk and yo! That`s all she wroteThat`s all I said, as I take my wifey to the bedAnd rockCHORUS [Kardinal & Tara Chase]On and on and on and onWe gonna keep it on to like the break of wha!On and on and on and onWe gonna keep it on to like the break of wha!On and on and on and onWe gonna keep it on to like the break of wha!On and on and on and onWe gonna keep it on to like the break of wha![Kardinal Offishall]We gonna bring it to ya face like (ewww!)Shout and mash up the jump ‘till them sound like (ewww)Kardinal wicked (what), wicked like a (ewww)Every crew know, that`s why the crowd like (ahhh)Picture your menace to your society, soul to your proprietyLyricist of the year, and also the cause of you anxietyA little nigga chilling on my shoulder told me to rock ya like a boulderNow I`m back, big up my chest like Jully BlackEx-poets, make a nigga see about he heardIf I didn`t tell you so, there`s no truth to the wordWe sing, stop talking a man`s businessI bless the mic with freshness, the Dr. Kay-bee handles the restShout out to the one-tree, niggas from the J-C, Rexdale to eastsideTo the Eastside to meet up with Ill BMy nigga KC bring him to the uptownU to the P inside the E-W, scoop up gone for rapsGive the dreads a couple of daps, bust a couple rapsInside the place niggas know my face, girlies know the rest of the long physique‘Cause when I rock, the session goesCHORUS[Tara Chase] {Kardinal Offishall}{Capital Hill in this, with the one little Miss}{TC for your mind brain, yo check it, yo}Prepare for your departure from these stolen planesRays emitting from the vocals liquefied your brain{What`s your name yo?}Miss Tara Chase if you`re nastyPulling Capital Queen of the Hill if you ask meYou can`t fuck this Mickey, Mallory combinationSurround the world with our sound like global domination{How you feel?}Distortion to static is how you lookRe-arrange your whole physical anatomy shook[Kardinal Offishall]For all them niggas we got what you needKardinal Offishall, Tara ChasesCapitol Hill, get upon the mic and do what you willThe Circle y`all, check it outCHORUS