Shottas

[Intro: Cham] Wah-rah! T-Pain, ya boy Cham Wah-rah! Blaze it up unda' Cham ya hear me? Fire, fire, rah! Fire, fire.. Yo, yo, yo [Verse 1: T-Pain] Number one shotta Bad man make the girls shake like maracas M-16 bust and take your whole top off Real deal 'ear me now don't fuck with the knockoff Push it to the limit I receive in the dropoff Ah-ha, no Pop it off for the 8-5... oh More fire! Let the flow the stick... blow {?} Realla-dealla-gonna-trinity-gilla-woyyyyyyyy {?} [Hook: T-Pain] They just don't bother me noooo As I pop it off for the 8-5-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh Uh-oh-uh-oh-oh, uh-oh, uh-oh, uh-oh, uh-oh-oh Uh-oh-oh, uh-oh-uh-oh-uh-oh-uh-oh Me say jump! Me say stop! Pop! Rrrah! Rrrah! Rrrah! Rrrah! Rrrah! Rrrah! Rrrah! Pop it off for the 8-5-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh [Verse 2: Kardinal Offishall] Bad boy Kardinal, leader of de session Black GS pop it if we need an intervention Murder all these little soundbwoys in succession Niggas ain't eatin'; it's a Konvict procession Gettin' paid to shut down the show is my profession Fuck keepin' it easy I am not about aggression Approach if you want but use your discretion When I crush rappers careers they get left inna depression You betta stand clear when the mic's in my possession And I bust every year cause that's my obsession It's all T, Don T-Pain, Kardinal expression Black J's fire like a black Smith & Wesson Ya dead mon! [Hook: T-Pain] They just don't bother me noooo As I pop it off for the 8-5-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh Uh-oh-uh-oh-oh, uh-oh, uh-oh, uh-oh, uh-oh-oh Uh-oh-oh, uh-oh-uh-oh-uh-oh-uh-oh Me say jump! Me say stop! Pop! Rrrah! Rrrah! Rrrah! Rrrah! Rrrah! Rrrah! Rrrah! Pop it off for the 8-5-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh [Verse 3: Cham] Bust it in the ear, make dem 'ear pom pom! Policeman dem here, we no kyare, pom pom! Pop it off and bust it over here pom pom! Let them 'ear pom pom! Let them 'ear pom pom! Rrahh! You see me comin' man, better get runnin' man Cause when you see me, you gon' see me with my gun in hand Don't be a dummy man, we makin' money man Boy we keep it gully, gully, gully Tell dem fools dem need to just shut up Row-knee or Informer boys get beat up Keep on chantin' and we kick your two nut up Find you inna pieces your whole body cut up Yo king shut up, scared bwoy this how get done up Tough to argue, know dis lift your son up Forty-five caliber will make your skin burn up Make your skin burn up, make your skin burn up [Hook] They just don't bother me noooo As I pop it off for the 8-5-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh Uh-oh-uh-oh-oh, uh-oh, uh-oh, uh-oh, uh-oh-oh Uh-oh-oh, uh-oh-uh-oh-uh-oh-uh-oh Me say jump! Me say stop! Pop! Rrrah! Rrrah! Rrrah! Rrrah! Rrrah! Rrrah! Rrrah! Pop it off for the 8-5-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh