Cappadonna : "Somebody's got to go" lyrics

[Intro: Cappadonna (Lounge Lo)]
I'll break that nigga face in, right there
(I'm listening) Right there at the wrinkle
(Who over there?) Yeah, this is the body snatchers
(Buddha, get him, man) Invasion, slang gargoyles
(Right right) Nigga, we eat tracks for a living
(Tell him again, Don) The beats anonymous
Ya'll niggas is taking up space, straight up
Snatching one of ya'll niggas up from the background
Drag you over there, to one of the movie sets
The new movies that's out right now, with the fucking
People on the juggle, straight up and down

[Cappadonna]
Aiyo, my thoughts jump around like a dog in a river
The heat I deliver, the beat, I get rid of
To send him, I hit 'em when I'mma get it
If that round spitter, heavy with the flow
Somebody got to go, somebody got to know
I blow a mic, flow's are getting closer
Caught up in the ponder rosa, chrome toaster
Five broker, flees poker
African rice, fish head, a little oat rock
Get focused, stepping over us, CD poster
He's a vulture, knowledge culture
Eat kosher, end of the day, do what supposed to
Somebody got to go at the closer, the show whoas ya
Lounge get roped, the Stone Gang niggas'll smoke ya
Somebody gotta ghost ya

[Chorus: sample]
Somebody's got to go
Somebody's got to go
I can't stand this job no longer
Somebody's, somebody's
Somebody's got to go

[Cappadonna]
Somebody gotta go, I spit flow
That shit that make you wanna get dough
If I don't sell rap, I pitch snow
Your chase slow, might see dough with a thick hoe
My click come, you better be out
G.C. out, break bread, hustle and pop lead
Throw darts, come off the head, break bread
Park Hizzy, get greasy, we do it easy
Brains in the 5, yeah, always please me
Tribe it can't freeze me, I'm too hot, for MTV
Burn your TV, niggas see me as P-I
Double L-A-G-E, my dogs go hard
Just give me head, please

[Chorus]

[Cappadonna]
Incredible flows, athletical blows
ACG's on my feet, supply heat
Fire beats, all my guys eat
We in here, Chambermusik, take your cream
Honor Management, live your dreams
Somebody got to go, to get that steam
Clear the block off, run fast, hold your B
Raw scene, our life's like a movie screen
Rated R, hood superstars, break green in jars
The streets is ours, we beating the odds
Roll out, heat in your cars, from deep in the garage
Put beef in the Gods, yea, skeet in they bras
Me and my man, yeah, we just cheating the laws

[Chorus]

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