Lyrics
Here’s To That Lyrics – Written by Igloo
(Verse 1)
Ima light this thing off wit a little Karosene/
Set to flame with the ice name, you know we burnin clean/
(really?) yeah, we be burnin, just like sean paul/
Not concerned wit our earnins, just know that im on call/
(where?) at the 24 hour emergency rap line/
Its the place that you call when you know its about that time/
(what time?) to hear sum ill sh** , instead of all those wack rhymes/
Of rappers going through the motions just like sum black mimes/
Im sumthin new (cool), sumthin fresh (yes)/
Sound the best, just remember one thing (who?)
You! (you talkin to me?) yeah i mean you (oh)/
Now please remember this (what), I’m Igloo (ok)/
Now repeat after me (ok), i act a fool (you do?)/
Yup, and i also like them classic coupes (me too!)
Plus i eat cabbage just like a savage do/
And the only way i eva wanna get shot at is how actors do/
(Hook)
I know curiosity killed the cat/
But i feel like looking/
Say it wit me yall, heres to that/
I know sum of yall just aint gonna feel my rap/
So f*** you/
Say it wit me yall, heres to that/
I know right now i just wanna chill, relax/
Have a snack/
Say it wit me yall, heres to that/
I knew it right away when i first built this track/
It was hot/
Say it wit me yall, heres to that/
(Verse 2)
I neva wear a collared shirt unless its polo/
(really?) naw, but my clothing gotta have a logo/
(ur kidding) maybe so, if u really wanna know, go/
(where) to the north pole, wit santa goin ho ho/
(yo, ur so crazy) yes my friend, i have been told so/
Insane in the membrane, but it dont matter no more/
(oh no) My eyes is spinnin even faster than a yoyo/
Hunt me down till im extinct just like the dodo/
Take out the fofo, bustin at the popo/
(u really do that?) i cant say (why?) i keep it on the low low/
Though im known to go home from stores wit stuff, but no dough/
(u a criminal) naw, but i’ll shoot u if u dont get me coacoa/
Betta taste good too, cuz if its only soso/
I’ll break the rules, take sum tools, and commit a major no no/
For your own sake, go old school all the way back to gogo/
Cuz raps sole hope is i-g-l-double o, (OH!)
(Hook)
(Verse 3)
Sumtimes im thinkin when im sittin in my home/
Dome is on the mind, but i aint needin none/
Some people wanna treat me to the gun/
Fun is when i run off wit their packs of gum/
Dumb people say i should be from the slums/
Cuz im black, and i rap, but i cant roll a joint wit just my thumb/
I dont deal crack (are you wack?) hell no! (then wat are you, son?)/
Im off track (uh, so that means?) ima be the one (huh)/
Now lets take the focus off of me and back to you girl/
Come show me the freaky things you like to do, girl/
I luv it when you sneakin in the door at 2, girl/
In the mornin, parents dont have a clue, girl/
We aint creepin, we be steamin up the room, girl/
Its gettin noisy, neighbours peepin in to view, girl/
I been cheatin, skeetin with these otha 2 girls/
But you my favorite so im sleepin in wit you, girl/
(Hook)
