Kardinal Offishall - On Wid Da Show lyrics

[Kardinal Offishall] 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 n***as got dough One day I see her rollin' with these n***as that I knew Walkin' through the downtown about a half past two So I warn my n***as 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 n***a said well Just s** up on my j**els 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 n***as 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 n***as that pa**ed 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 n***as 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