Get Down
I see your face, (don't change the channel)
Every night and day (It's just a little bit of static)
Statik Selektah, ha
The thought of you, (alright blue moon, big tune), just won't go away
You ready?
The show and the flow killa, never below niggas
The zone, my quarter zone, they twenty below zero
At the bank, i'm thinking who gave me this flow nigga
Allison and Frank with them my women be so split up
Like go figure
I think it's ironic I'm digging a gold digger
Money my goal nigga, got me jizzing for a weekend
No niggas that you know is just go with the flow nigga
Accounts often told me put no in a row niggas
Where my South Beach bitch can't tell you Roanoke is
I'm such a cold nigga stuck to the cold nigga
I promise to keep it G, double GG's in my clothes nigga,
I'm Gucci
I'm Sergio my nigga
Looking like them OG's that never pose for Insta-
Gram but not a picture
Grams is what they picture
Man these niggas sweeter than hams
or rattle wishes, they funkay, yeah, yeah they authentic
Count on my city, I got some ice and realer shit
Come to your city, you niggas is irrelevant
Never meant anyone fucking with me
Maybe I sell a bit of off white girl
Off white Virgil,
All flights to God knows where but Earth
Man I got plans for the world
Stop playing with Bernie Sanders, God just send a mural
I smash and get the mural, got sand in the face
Goddamn you niggas hitting your head on face niggas
I'm fast, you niggas, woah, moonwalk and text niggas
And y'all some in the way niggas
I want more renegade niggas
When I'm in LA yeah I get that lemonade
Becky with the good one, kick it with some mma niggas
I'mma let it hit the squad though
Squad goals being reached, my reach far as this arm go
Honour me out in Largo, mom stay out in Armo
Every time I perform it's foreign, we need an encore
Yeah, I keep rise on the D low,
Ceelos in my chinos, used to carry the kilos
Now I got the juice, can't judge me Judge Ito
I'm mic'ing on the mic, you might be just Tito
Yeah, I'm too real for sucker shit
Mo cope, PG gon' fuck with this
Still got my Nike boots at my mother's crib
Still love and get down
I'm too real for sucker shit
Mo cope, PG gon' fuck with this
Still got my Nike boots at my mother's crib
Still love and get down
Get love and get down
Down, down, down
Get love and get down
Down, down, down
Get love and get down
One day a smile
Next day a tear
Can't understand why I need you here
Every night and day (It's just a little bit of static)
Statik Selektah, ha
The thought of you, (alright blue moon, big tune), just won't go away
You ready?
The show and the flow killa, never below niggas
The zone, my quarter zone, they twenty below zero
At the bank, i'm thinking who gave me this flow nigga
Allison and Frank with them my women be so split up
Like go figure
I think it's ironic I'm digging a gold digger
Money my goal nigga, got me jizzing for a weekend
No niggas that you know is just go with the flow nigga
Accounts often told me put no in a row niggas
Where my South Beach bitch can't tell you Roanoke is
I'm such a cold nigga stuck to the cold nigga
I promise to keep it G, double GG's in my clothes nigga,
I'm Gucci
I'm Sergio my nigga
Looking like them OG's that never pose for Insta-
Gram but not a picture
Grams is what they picture
Man these niggas sweeter than hams
or rattle wishes, they funkay, yeah, yeah they authentic
Count on my city, I got some ice and realer shit
Come to your city, you niggas is irrelevant
Never meant anyone fucking with me
Maybe I sell a bit of off white girl
Off white Virgil,
All flights to God knows where but Earth
Man I got plans for the world
Stop playing with Bernie Sanders, God just send a mural
I smash and get the mural, got sand in the face
Goddamn you niggas hitting your head on face niggas
I'm fast, you niggas, woah, moonwalk and text niggas
And y'all some in the way niggas
I want more renegade niggas
When I'm in LA yeah I get that lemonade
Becky with the good one, kick it with some mma niggas
I'mma let it hit the squad though
Squad goals being reached, my reach far as this arm go
Honour me out in Largo, mom stay out in Armo
Every time I perform it's foreign, we need an encore
Yeah, I keep rise on the D low,
Ceelos in my chinos, used to carry the kilos
Now I got the juice, can't judge me Judge Ito
I'm mic'ing on the mic, you might be just Tito
Yeah, I'm too real for sucker shit
Mo cope, PG gon' fuck with this
Still got my Nike boots at my mother's crib
Still love and get down
I'm too real for sucker shit
Mo cope, PG gon' fuck with this
Still got my Nike boots at my mother's crib
Still love and get down
Get love and get down
Down, down, down
Get love and get down
Down, down, down
Get love and get down
One day a smile
Next day a tear
Can't understand why I need you here
Credits
Writer(s): Kasseem Dean, Christopher Charles Lloyd, Marvin Bernard, Curtis James Jackson, David Clayton Thomas
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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