Canibus - Da Paycut lyrics
[Canibus - Da Paycut lyrics]
Yeah, Mic Club
Aiyyo we got off to a cold start
Let me warm shit up
You now listening to Can-IBus
Yo why would you do that? Your view too black
You must have smoked somethin I used
To call pool hall crack
Put a suit on you still look whack
Somewhere givin orders from
Confined quarters, handcuffed to a fag
Played the street too much
Shoulda been in the lab now you sad
Mad at who you was fussin with last
Life's a bitch ain't it? Smile
It ain't nothin to laugh
Rose hell at show'n'tell
Brought a gun to your class
Keep the herb on the dash
Cause I'm servin 'em fast
Classic lyrics for that ass
Cause the purpose is cash
Look I got a couple photos
Of you tryin to showboat
Before my gunboat touch your throat
Don't talk
The microphone shark tear your bones apart
Spread you over your background
Like bogus art put the most in art
Try to focus on the frozen dart
Cold and dark as a cobra's heart
I drink the absinthe raw, no chaser
Madness follows me like
Investigators after Al'Qaeda
The metaphor make a voice like Lord Vader
If you love Hip-Hop, I am your saviour
Rip your mixtape up and still take a paycut
Me and you in the booth
Who you think is gon' say somethin?
'Member ninety-eight when I rung those bells?
I'm a chip off the old block like Uncle L
Fuck a bootlace, I strap velcro up
Niggas had gun talk
So what? They still didn't show up
Fuck around with 'Bus on the mic
They got no luck
Other than that, I don't really know what
Aiyyo we got off to a cold start
Let me warm shit up
You now listening to Can-IBus
Yo why would you do that? Your view too black
You must have smoked somethin I used
To call pool hall crack
Put a suit on you still look whack
Somewhere givin orders from
Confined quarters, handcuffed to a fag
Played the street too much
Shoulda been in the lab now you sad
Mad at who you was fussin with last
Life's a bitch ain't it? Smile
It ain't nothin to laugh
Rose hell at show'n'tell
Brought a gun to your class
Keep the herb on the dash
Cause I'm servin 'em fast
Classic lyrics for that ass
Cause the purpose is cash
Look I got a couple photos
Of you tryin to showboat
Before my gunboat touch your throat
Don't talk
The microphone shark tear your bones apart
Spread you over your background
Like bogus art put the most in art
Try to focus on the frozen dart
Cold and dark as a cobra's heart
I drink the absinthe raw, no chaser
Madness follows me like
Investigators after Al'Qaeda
The metaphor make a voice like Lord Vader
If you love Hip-Hop, I am your saviour
Rip your mixtape up and still take a paycut
Me and you in the booth
Who you think is gon' say somethin?
'Member ninety-eight when I rung those bells?
I'm a chip off the old block like Uncle L
Fuck a bootlace, I strap velcro up
Niggas had gun talk
So what? They still didn't show up
Fuck around with 'Bus on the mic
They got no luck
Other than that, I don't really know what