Canibus, Classic Pak - Gotta Get That Doe lyrics

Yo whattup Pakman (Aiyyo whattup Bis
I'm waitin for the Rip Off man)
Yo I just wanna know one thing (What's that?)
You ready to get that dough (No doubt)
AIGHT!

We be the rippers that'll bring
If you act shady after we fry you
We puff a blunt and then it's gravy
And you can keep her cuz we
Don't care about ya lady
Iiiii've gotta get that dough! AIGHT!

Aiyyo it's only a handlefull of rap critics
That every 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 two, 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
Workin on my tempence
I don't brag I'm keep it modest
I'm ain't hot I'm the hottest
I'm not being pompus
I went through a process
I used to be a prophet, now I make profit's
You sound like garbage
One of these days you gon' end up jobless
Pushin a shoppin cart with
The same Cristal bottles
You was drinkin out of when shit was poppin
I seen a 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 blow
You gotta get that dough
I'm tired of niggas talkin 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 come
On) yeah, I know, i know
But no matter what I do I'mma get that dough
Fo' sho'!

We be the rippers that'll bring
If you act shady after we fry you
We puff a blunt and then it's gravy
And you can keep her cuz we
Don't care about ya lady
Iiiii've gotta get that dough! AIGHT!

When I get at you niggas
Ain't nuttin personal I gotta
Everything you spit
I'm predictin it's double copper
You the type of nigga to force
A nigga to rock ya
Always got ya'self up in the
Middle of the drama
Frontin for nothin cuz ya niggas
Told me you pussy
Need to get smarter and try
To holler at the rookies
Fuck with Canibus & Pak and
Get that ass a coffin
Fuck what you thinkin faggot
We rippin niggas 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 shinin
You gon' fuck around and get
Slapped up with the iron
Everything we do is connected
With gettin paper
And you ain't talk about it
So nigga I'll see you later

We be the rippers that'll bring
If you act shady after we fry you
We puff a blunt and then it's gravy
And you can keep her cuz we
Don't care about ya lady
Iiiii've gotta get that dough! AIGHT!

If ya know where ya comin from
Ya know where ya goin
I wouldn't doubt myself
Not even for a moment
I'm proud of my music cuz it's
Dope and I wrote it
True Hollywood Stories opens in October
Directed by none other than
Canibus for a coper
It's no stoppin me, my commodity is growin
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 'em
I jump on stage, and I prove I'm a showman
Can-IBus is a microphone omen
I slam it when I'm done to
Make sure that it's broken
The industry's sick, man I'm already knowin
Never had the luxury to choose, I was chosen
Where I come from, opportunity is golden
Platinum I already sold it, NO SHIT!

We be the rippers that'll bring
If you act shady after we fry you
We puff a blunt and then it's gravy
And you can keep her cuz we
Don't care about ya lady
Iiiii've gotta get that dough! AIGHT!