| 歌曲 | I Gotcha' |
| 歌手 | Canibus |
| 专辑 | Hip-hop For $ale |
| (Intro) | |
| I gotcha! | |
| Uh-huh, huh! You thought I didn't see ya now didn't ya? Uh | |
| Uh-huh, huh! You tried to sneak by me now didn't ya? Hehehe | |
| Uh-huh, huh! Now gimme what'cha promised me | |
| GIVE IT HERE, C'MON! | |
| (Canibus) | |
| Yeah, yeah | |
| Yeah, uh, you know it's all terrific | |
| Know it's... yo | |
| (Open/Close) | |
| I just wanna see you pump yo' fists | |
| I don't wanna hear y'all talk no shit | |
| I just wanna get on stage and show the gift | |
| Show the gift... | |
| (Chorus One) | |
| I'm the type of nigga that'll click-click ride wit'cha | |
| The type of nigga that'll smoke that lah wit'cha | |
| The type of nigga that'll bust that nine at'cha | |
| Spit that line at'cha, hit that fi-i-yah | |
| (Canibus) | |
| Yo, what up god? No luck? Aww | |
| You can't sell crack on the block no more | |
| 'Cause I pulled up, parked, rolled up, sparked | |
| Dogs bark. Oh shit! Narcs! | |
| I Jackie Chan up the wall and sit in the dark | |
| Or go running for a jog while I spit in the park | |
| My jigsaw still hard, the metaphors remain sharp | |
| Give you sharp pains through your brain if you slang-box | |
| Me and you in the sandbox with our hands locked | |
| Get the same shit your man with the broken hand got | |
| I bang glock, I've been hot | |
| Cock bang Mi Ling from Bangkok for ten baht | |
| My broad with the fat ass can sit up front | |
| Your broad that look like trash can sit in the trunk | |
| I'm gonna fuck ‘til I break off chunks | |
| Break off a big chunk of skunk and take off with a blunt | |
| Hit the studio, sometimes I work all day | |
| Still change my voice-box oil every 3k | |
| Step to the stage, throw a sign to the Deejay | |
| Everybody screaming out, “Do what the weed say!” | |
| (Chorus One) | |
| (Chorus Two) | |
| The type of nigga that'll set up shop wit'cha | |
| The type of nigga that'll pace the block wit'cha | |
| The type of nigga that'll pass the block to ya | |
| Stash the rock for ya, nigga I gotcha | |
| (DMP) | |
| (This is!) The ghetto-ass shit for you baby | |
| The hood love it, so I gotta give it to them daily | |
| I'm on the block, like Olajuwon and Ewing | |
| I'm a pimp bitch, by the way, how ya momma doin? | |
| Like Rakim Allah, I'm a "Microphone Fiend" | |
| The fuckin "Last Dragon" like Leroy Green | |
| That Mausberg kicks, rearrange your spleen | |
| Now you on part of the Handicapped, Olympic Team | |
| I got a deadly disease without a vaccine | |
| It's called {"Get the fuck outta my face before I let this Eagle scream!"} | |
| You runnin game, all I'm sayin is where your fuckin team? | |
| This that dope, somebody {??} and let the lyrics fiend | |
| I'm livin dreams from a stroke of the pen to get the cream | |
| You garbage, I turn the channel when you come on the screen | |
| Flow so pure, 'cause I'm fuckin with raw | |
| Suited up, booted up, and I'm ready for war | |
| Yo 'Bis, let's get it live, grab the tec-9, what else? | |
| (Canibus) | |
| The glock-nine and the double-action forty-five | |
| bend your mental from the beginning to the end | |
| is connected to the beginning like infinity symbols | |
| I keep it simple, don't want to offend you | |
| Cause niggas don't understand what they ain't into | |
| Misunderstanding is still a form of understanding | |
| But y'all niggas don't hear me though | |
| (Chorus One) + (Chorus Two) | |
| (Open/Close) |
| Intro | |
| I gotcha! | |
| Uhhuh, huh! You thought I didn' t see ya now didn' t ya? Uh | |
| Uhhuh, huh! You tried to sneak by me now didn' t ya? Hehehe | |
| Uhhuh, huh! Now gimme what' cha promised me | |
| GIVE IT HERE, C' MON! | |
| Canibus | |
| Yeah, yeah | |
| Yeah, uh, you know it' s all terrific | |
| Know it' s... yo | |
| Open Close | |
| I just wanna see you pump yo' fists | |
| I don' t wanna hear y' all talk no shit | |
| I just wanna get on stage and show the gift | |
| Show the gift... | |
| Chorus One | |
| I' m the type of nigga that' ll clickclick ride wit' cha | |
| The type of nigga that' ll smoke that lah wit' cha | |
| The type of nigga that' ll bust that nine at' cha | |
| Spit that line at' cha, hit that fiiyah | |
| Canibus | |
| Yo, what up god? No luck? Aww | |
| You can' t sell crack on the block no more | |
| ' Cause I pulled up, parked, rolled up, sparked | |
| Dogs bark. Oh shit! Narcs! | |
| I Jackie Chan up the wall and sit in the dark | |
| Or go running for a jog while I spit in the park | |
| My jigsaw still hard, the metaphors remain sharp | |
| Give you sharp pains through your brain if you slangbox | |
| Me and you in the sandbox with our hands locked | |
| Get the same shit your man with the broken hand got | |
| I bang glock, I' ve been hot | |
| Cock bang Mi Ling from Bangkok for ten baht | |
| My broad with the fat ass can sit up front | |
| Your broad that look like trash can sit in the trunk | |
| I' m gonna fuck ' til I break off chunks | |
| Break off a big chunk of skunk and take off with a blunt | |
| Hit the studio, sometimes I work all day | |
| Still change my voicebox oil every 3k | |
| Step to the stage, throw a sign to the Deejay | |
| Everybody screaming out, " Do what the weed say!" | |
| Chorus One | |
| Chorus Two | |
| The type of nigga that' ll set up shop wit' cha | |
| The type of nigga that' ll pace the block wit' cha | |
| The type of nigga that' ll pass the block to ya | |
| Stash the rock for ya, nigga I gotcha | |
| DMP | |
| This is! The ghettoass shit for you baby | |
| The hood love it, so I gotta give it to them daily | |
| I' m on the block, like Olajuwon and Ewing | |
| I' m a pimp bitch, by the way, how ya momma doin? | |
| Like Rakim Allah, I' m a " Microphone Fiend" | |
| The fuckin " Last Dragon" like Leroy Green | |
| That Mausberg kicks, rearrange your spleen | |
| Now you on part of the Handicapped, Olympic Team | |
| I got a deadly disease without a vaccine | |
| It' s called " Get the fuck outta my face before I let this Eagle scream!" | |
| You runnin game, all I' m sayin is where your fuckin team? | |
| This that dope, somebody ?? and let the lyrics fiend | |
| I' m livin dreams from a stroke of the pen to get the cream | |
| You garbage, I turn the channel when you come on the screen | |
| Flow so pure, ' cause I' m fuckin with raw | |
| Suited up, booted up, and I' m ready for war | |
| Yo ' Bis, let' s get it live, grab the tec9, what else? | |
| Canibus | |
| The glocknine and the doubleaction fortyfive | |
| bend your mental from the beginning to the end | |
| is connected to the beginning like infinity symbols | |
| I keep it simple, don' t want to offend you | |
| Cause niggas don' t understand what they ain' t into | |
| Misunderstanding is still a form of understanding | |
| But y' all niggas don' t hear me though | |
| Chorus One Chorus Two | |
| Open Close |