Rascalz feat. Kardinal Offishall Gunnfinga Lyrics

Global Warning Track Listing
CD 1
  • 1 The Global Warning
  • 2 High Noon
  • 3 Priceless
  • 4 Can’t Relate
  • 5 Gametime
  • 6 Population Control
  • 7 Top of the World
  • 8 Gunnfinga
  • 9 For the Rhyme
  • 10 As It Is
  • 11 Fallen
  • 12 C-IV
  • 13 Where You At
  • 14 Area 51
  • 15 On the Run
  • 16 Témoin
  • 17 Bordaline
  • 18 Lab Rat Produce
  • 19 Sharpshooter (Best of the Best)
  • 20 Blessings
  • [Our aim: world domination

    No fear, hands in-a di air
    Bust your gunfinga, wave it like ya don't care
    Bust hot lickshots in-a di atmosphere
    There's a party to rock, that's why the Rascalz are here [x2]

    Lick shots and bust yo caps
    Put it up, where your gunfinga's at? [x2]

    [VERSE 1: Red 1]
    Aiyo, gunfinga the tool, against the great, no rule
    Plow! Shots are bust and we notorious
    Thus thrust, Red'll defend the rugged and raw
    (Cause we-a rudeboy) So hit em with the hardcore stuff
    Cause my glock's not enough, sometimes a man fi get cuffed
    Handled ruff, we're minded too dangerous
    Ain't no messin with nobody less they puff with us
    Cause we keep to ourselves and the pounds we puff
    So let it burn, rockin the chalice, take turns
    Red 1 not concerned, I got em a-fi learn
    Bout respect due, yo respect a-fi earn
    Big up to Rascal Crew, foundation stands firm
    Fear none, think that we done, we just-a come
    Gunfinga cocked in-a di air, make it bum
    Bo! That's for my ghetto people
    Cause the world's unfair, never was equal
    Lick a bo! That's for Babylon pon patrol
    Cause Van City cats got tons of hydro
    And there's one more that we gotta let go
    And that's the one that we lick off in-a di po-po
    I test the empire, then we royal gumbo
    Many guns for hire when your regime crumble
    Then raise my gunfinga in the air, born again
    Wave it like a flag, world domination pon dem

    No fear, hands in-a di air
    Bust your gunfinga, wave it like ya don't care
    Bust hot lickshots in-a di atmosphere
    There's a party to rock, that's why the Rascalz are here [x2]

    [VERSE 2: Kardinal Offishall]
    Let me see your gunfinga, but hold your gun down, please
    Yo, don't bust no shots, so me and my niggas could rock
    Dem call me Mr. Kardinal (Dem call me Mr. Red 1)
    Come follow me, holler me out if you know what I'm talkin about
    My niggas walkin about, big up the ghetto gutter guns
    Street presidents, slum residents
    And all my niggas on they two feet with street sense
    And more than two cents in-a dem pocket
    I rock a verse for keeps, run my lyrics in-a di mix
    I bet he love it, respect, big up your chest
    Kardinal and Rascalz gwan make you feel hi-i-igh
    Killin you softly with no lye
    While your toe taps I'm breakin your back over my hi-hat
    Kick drum is makin you numb, snare snap is strapped
    To bust back for every red-eyed nigga on the attack
    So when I'm comin through, you cannot stop me on the go
    For every nigga that clack-clacks, the Figure IV gotta be gold
    Like that

    Lick shots, bust yo caps
    Put it up, where your gunfinga's at? [x2]

    [VERSE 3: Red One]
    Aiyo, the big gun spark, light up the dark (Yes, mire)
    360 degrees, the place on fire
    Feel the heat, yo, either surrender or retreat
    Cause Kemo don't give a fuck, he put some fire in the beat
    Gave me the trigger to watch me blow them off they feet
    (Plow! Bust your gunfinga, cause respect compete)
    The all Massive Van Crew, soldier men, too
    You rudeboys in-a di dance, dedicated to you
    And all the young guns up, they past they curfew
    (Big up di sexy gal crew, cause dem bust shots too)
    Sketels and workings just to make a debut
    Keep di clip in-a di g-string, ready to move
    So what you do is put your hand in-a di air
    And you bust your gunfinga, wave it like ya don't care
    I swear, one love to my people out there
    You we salute, lickin off shots in the air

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