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Kam - Giddie Up lyrics
Uhh.. uhh, uhh Kam.. with the wild horses Hey y'all let's jump on this Open the gate; let me show you how to ride, c'mon [Chorus: Kam] Giddie up, horsey giddie up Giddie up, horsey giddie up (HYAH!) Giddie up, horsey giddie up Giddie up, horsey giddie up (HYAH!) Giddie up, horsey giddie up Giddie up, horsey giddie up (HYAH!) Giddie up, horsey giddie up Giddie up, horsey giddie up (HYAH!) [Kam] Gold, platinum, diamonds, pearls Wealth, children, power, girls Niggaz be in love with the life of this world So against falsehood, truth is hurled to knock out your brains Your material game don't mean a damn thang it's all vain (Got money and fame) but we ordained Struggle and pain, closer to you than your jugular vein (But I'm bubblin mayn) Yeah but that's how most niggaz shorten they stay (how?) They sportin they playin Turn away from the message like they don't give a shit But my job is just to deliver it A nigga with a mission, so peep me listen For lost found sheep cheap deep sea fishin From the West to the East, North to the South (what?) I reel 'em in with my hook in they mouth, singin [Chorus] - 2X [Kam] No matter how deep in debt or how high you paid You enter my net you get Y2K'd Oh you quite a celeb' right? Well stick your neck out, and come check out my spider website And we can get online If you want it we got it if not it ain't shit on mine I just surf on a Earthlink - sail on my e-mail Pull down a satellite - clown me a atomite I get at 'em like - give me a hug And then infect they ass with this millenium bug So they computers crash - looters mash Shooters blast - so we can move this cash So do the math in the riddle, and keep in touch Or you'll be laughin a little, and weepin much So on three say cheeeeese If you rich nigga take a picture cause you ain't takin none of that witcha when you [Chorus] - 2X [Kam] You can lead a horse to water, but can't make 'em drink But of course you oughta - but y'all don't think shit stink So you get spanked, the rider gotta yank your bridle and take your bank, rank and title A severe requital for a crooked system Clear recital from the book of wisdom that I stop to read, droppin seeds Choppin weeds as I pop my steez And if they don't wanna budge we force fools But don't judge me 'til you walked in my horseshoes It's good news and a warnin So nigga take two of these, and call me in the mornin Here's some for your poison and rusty locks And y'all decoys in there amongst the flocks Tryin to plot on a clear shot So I look in my poison book, work cheerfully and fear not [Chorus] - 5X {*fades out on last repeat* |
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