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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
T-Pain
Vocals
Kardinal Offishall
Vocals
Cham
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dameon Beckett
Songwriter
Dave Kelly
Songwriter
Faheem Najm
Songwriter
Jason Harrow
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
T-Pain
Producer
James "Scrappy" Stassen
Engineer
Fabian Marasciullo
Mixing Engineer
Douglas Sadler
Assistant Engineer
Sean Brennan
Assistant Engineer
Nyan
Vocal Recording Engineer
Zephyrus Sowers
Assistant Engineer
Brian Gardner
Mastering Engineer
Dave Kelly
Vocal Recording Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Wah rah
T-Pain, ya boy Cham
Wah rah
Blaze it up under
Can you hear me?
Fire, fire, rah
Fire, fire
Yo, yo, yo
[Verse 2]
Number-one shotta
Bad man make the girls shake like maracas
M16 bust and take your whole top off
Real deal, hear me now, don't fuck with the knockoff
Push it to the limit, I receive in the drop off
Haha, no, pop it off for the eight-five-oh
More fire, let the flow the stick blow
Realla d-dealla, gonna t-trilogy, gillady, whoa
[Verse 3]
They just don't bother me, no
As I pop it off for the eight-five-oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Uh oh, uh oh, oh, uh oh, uh oh, uh oh, uh oh, oh
Uh oh, uh oh, oh, uh oh, uh oh, uh oh
Me say, jump, me say, stop
Pop, rah, rah, rah
Rah, rah, rah, rah
Pop it of for the eight-five-oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
[Verse 4]
Bad boy Kardinal, leader of the session
Black GS pop it if we need an intervention
Murder all these little sound boys in succession
**** ain't eating, it's a convict procession
Getting paid to shut down the show is my profession
Fuck keeping it easy, I am not about aggression
Approach if you want, but use your discretion
When I crush rapper's careers they get left in a depression
You better 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 and Wesson
You're dead man
[Verse 5]
They just don't bother me, no
As I pop it off for the eight-five-oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Uh oh, uh oh, oh, uh oh, uh oh, uh oh, uh oh, oh
Uh oh, uh oh, oh, uh oh, uh oh, uh oh
Me say, go, me say, stop
Pop, rah, rah, rah
Rah, rah, rah, rah
Pop it of for the eight-five-oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
[Verse 6]
Put it in the ear, make them hear pom, pom
Policeman, them here, we no care, pom, pom
Pop it off and bust it over here, pom, pom
Let them hear pom, pom, let them hear pom, pom, rah
You see me coming, man, better get running, 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 them fools, them need to just shut up
Row knee or informer boys get beat up
Keep on chanting and we kick your two nut up
Find your inner pieces, your whole body cut up
You king, shut up, scared boy, this how get done up
Tough to argue, know this lift your son up
Forty-five caliber will make your skin burn up
Make your skin burn up, make your skin burn up
[Verse 7]
They just don't bother me, no
As I pop it off for the eight-five-oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Uh oh, uh oh, oh, uh oh, uh oh, uh oh, uh oh, oh
Uh oh, uh oh, oh, uh oh, uh oh, uh oh
Me say, go, me say, stop
Pop, rah, rah, rah
Rah, rah, rah, rah
Pop it of for the eight-five-oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Written by: D. Kelly, Dameon Beckett, David William Kelly, J. Harrow, T-Pain