Gotta Get That Doe!

歌詞

Yo whattup Pakman (Aiyo whattup Bis, I'm waiting for the Rip Off man) Yo I just wanna know one thing (What's that?) You ready to get that dough (No doubt) Aight!! (Chorus: Canibus Pakman) We be the Rippers that'll bring it to Wack Shady After we fry you we puff a blunt and then it's gravy And you can keep her ‘cause we don't care about your lady IIIII Gotta Get That Doe! (Canibus) There's only just a handful of rap critics That ever had a close encounter with this rap wizard You wack rappers can't rip it In other words your lyrics are too primitive You need to be more descriptive Look at the way I flipped it A True Hollywood Story I manipulated this miserable music business Then I caked off too by going independent How much you make an album? About ten cents I make about ten cents every sentence It's my third album and I'm working on my tenth Benz I don't brag I keep it modest, I ain't hot, I'm the hottest I'm not being pompous, I went through a process I used to be a profit, now I make profits You sound like garbage One of these days you're going to end up jobless Pushing a shopping cart with the same Crystal bottles You was drinking out of when shit was popping I seen an episode on VH1 documents They talked about your drug addiction and what was behind it The bottom line is how much you sold No one gives a fuck if you flow You Gotta Get That Doe I'm tired of niggas talking about it But I can't live without it I'm stuck if I ain't got it so what's the logic? Should I talk about material objects And get on some, ‘How you like me now bitch? Wearing a shiny outfit? *Nah ‘Bis, don't do that. It's wrong!* Yeah, I know, I know But no matter what I do I'mma Get That Doe!, for sho'! (Chorus) 2x (Pakman) When I get at you niggaz, ain't nothing personal I gotta Everything you spit, I'm predicting it's double copper You the type of nigga to force a nigga to rock ya Always got yourself up in the middle of the drama Fronting for nothing cuz your niggaz told me you pussy Need to get smarter and try to holler at the rookies Fuck with Canibus and Pak and get that ass a coffin FUCK what you thinking faggot, we rippin niggaz open Now is a new day and we be focused on the paper Still'll get in you but the feeling for dough is greater Piling with hate and you need to holler at the maker If you don't do it now, then you gotta face it later Don't even think about tryna dim a nigga shining You gon' fuck around and get slapped up with the iron Everything we do is connected with getting paper And you ain't talk about it, so nigga I'll see you later (Chorus) 2x (Canibus) If you now where you're coming from you now where you're going I wouldn't doubt myself, not even for a moment I'm proud of my music ‘cause it's dope and I wrote it ‘True Hollywood Stories' opens in October Directed by none other that Canibus Ford Coppola There's no stopping me, my commodity is growing I'll fly anywhere on this planet to promote it Maybe I should come out with my own line of clothing I printed up some Canibus shirts and I sold them I jump on stage and I prove I'm a showman Can-I-Bus is a microphone omen I slam it when I'm done and make sure that it's broken The industry's sick man, I'm already knowing Never had the luxury to choose, I was chosen Where I come from opportunity is golden Platinum? I already sold it. No Shit! // (Chorus) 2x