We Got This-Cappadonna

[00:00.00](feat. Pike, Lounge Mode & Remedy) [00:03.84](Intro: Pike) [00:04.17]Yo, hold up, yo you know what.. [00:06.30]S.I., Staten Island, mother****er, yo, yo [00:09.45](Pike) [00:09.66]Ain't no more talkin' money or fame [00:11.28]I'm stalkin' this game, and when I'm done [00:12.93]I'm stickin' the fork in this game and run clutchin' my gun [00:15.66]Name P.I., place S.I., N.Y.C [00:19.05]Caramel papi chulo, mammies vena que [00:21.57]Let's see if you could stop me [00:22.92]I beat it like a one man posse, I leave it wet and sloppy [00:26.10]I'm cocky, at times laid back, like to keep my fade back [00:29.19]A lot of niggas about to get paid back (HOOOOO!) [00:31.05]Because a lot cats that don't like me [00:32.88]I guess they thought I took it lighty [00:34.35]But I rhyme and make you niggas wanna fight me [00:36.48]I'll melt a nigga like a icey, and wipe 'em up with a towel [00:39.30]Still on the prowl, how bout? It's Staten Isle, I'm foul [00:41.82]The same time I got respect for what's real [00:43.74]Who said Staten Island niggas ain't real? [00:45.78]You dead wrong, and took you tied up with a red thong [00:48.27]For goin' against The Struggle [00:49.86]We squeeze on the team, crash your huddle [00:51.66](Lounge Mode) [00:51.87]Well I'm known in the hood like Castellano [00:54.42]You could see me in the fiddy, puffin' H. Armano [00:56.97]Doin' eighty on the Belt', follow signs to Verrazano [00:59.70]I keep two guns in my hood like paisano [01:02.25]My style iller than ill, I'm sick like Alzheimer's [01:04.95]A bugged cat, ready to bring back old drama [01:07.32]If it wasn't for the Slash, what could I tell mamma [01:10.08]God damn, it's bad blood between brick and the mud (HOOOOO!) [01:13.05]Brick and the thugs, shitting on love [01:14.97]Turned over on the newest, start spittin' the snub [01:17.52]My flow is nice and I ain't worried about them hoes at night [01:20.82]For my wife and seeds, gotta get this dough shit right [01:23.28]I'm analyzin', a look how the pro's get ripe [01:25.86]And number 16, yeah, I want it showin' the lights [01:28.41]I rep the hood, gotta respect the good [01:31.05]Even the ones that left the hood, nigga! [01:32.61](Chorus: Lounge Mode (all) w/ ad-libs) [01:33.45]Car hard suits, Timb boots and millimeters [01:36.60](We got this, we got this) [01:43.53]Hoes and fancy cars and smokin' reefers [01:48.03]Cellies and beepers (we got this) [01:50.70]Hoodies and sneakers (we got this) [01:53.28](Remedy) [01:53.49]Yo, it's the smoked out white boy back on the block [01:56.25]With the thirty eight snubbed nosed, tucked in his sock [01:58.77]From the H-Block, Huegonaut, part of the rock [02:01.32]Shaolin, Staten Isle, and I love hip hop [02:03.87]And when it comes to the kid, man, shit ain't easy [02:06.72]I Lounge with the Cappa D. and L.O. Beezy (I see you!) [02:09.93]You sees me? Yeah, yo, believes me [02:11.88]The Code:Red for life click, racoons need me [02:14.55]Duh-duh -duh -duh -duh - duh, I got this [02:17.79]Rock this, radio drop this [02:19.62]The Code:Red's for real, yo, you can't stop this [02:22.32]None of y'all mother****ers out there could block this [02:24.84]Jumped in the whips, all dipped down low [02:27.45]Ready for a trip, to where, I don't know [02:29.97]No matter where we go, you can't stop the flow [02:32.55]The heat's on, gun's drawn, what's up, yo? [02:34.83](Cappadonna) [02:35.10]Aiyo, my spit never tasted good, I'm sour [02:37.86]I spit for the money and I spit for power [02:40.17]Then I lean on ya'll like the Eiffel Tower [02:42.66]And to my Staten Isle niggas, that's my heart [02:45.33]I might leave for a minute, but could never depart [02:47.88]Yeah, I'm married to this shit and I'm still ****ing [02:51.06]I'm in the hood where the guns is nothin' [02:53.10]Cappadonna - We Got This - The Struggle - And niggas don't say shit, like E.F. Hutton [02:55.56]Paranoid like Bush, press the button [02:58.23]Don't make me grab the boomers and get disgustin' [03:00.84]Poppy Wardrobe King, Code:Red Production [03:03.51]Pillage for life niggas, the hoes that's crushin' [03:06.51]To all my niggas that went out bustin' [03:08.64]Grindin', the black Timbs on, wild out, hustlin' [03:32.88](We got this, we got this) [03:49.84](Chorus)