Kam

Kam - Giddie Up lyrics

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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 x2]



[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 x2]



[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 x5] [fades out on last repeat]
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