Get Down
Get down
Get down
Get down
You need to get down
You need to get down
You need to get down
He need to get down
Yeah, I aim to spit, and maim your clique
I bang your bitch, bitch, I'm dangerous
Down I came to get, up to claim my shit
Raw like 'caine and gettin' brain from brainless chicks
It's, yo', party, do wutch ya like
Dis, my, mission, gon' fuck tonight
Up in the club and like see what the buzz is like
Niggaz who pop shit gon' feel what crutches like
The slugs is like, I keep the whole hood fiendin'
I don't smoke but I know what drugs they like
I'm the man to see, livin' the fantasy
Pocket full of Stones like Sly and the Family
Lift your shirt girl, show me the mammaries
Next week, I'll still have good memories
All I Do, the clique with me
Sign the check, nigga don't say shit to me
This is history, what rapper you know
Before his record drop is a Grammy winner G?
Me I came to get, down surround the sound
Bounce from town to town, 'Fest gon' put shit
Down
You need to get down
You need to get down
He need to get
He need to get down
We came to get down
We came to get down
He came to get
He came to get down
You dangerous, yeah, but I'm game for this, yeah
And I don't kiss 'cause that can get kankerous
White girls be claimin' the sun is cancerous
Pull my dick out and I done caused a damn eclipse
I'm on some shit, heh, you want some shit?
This my town dawg, watch what tone you get
This Windy City nigga, don't get blown to bits
Archaeologist nigga, I stay with a bone to pick
Goin' tit for tat, black aristocrat
Born with a gift to mack anywhere chicks is at
Malaysians, Haitians, Asians mixed with black
Bring 'em back to the block like yeah nigga, get with that
Fuck raisin' the bar, man I made the bar
Went to Harvard Law like Cochran, I aced the bar
Just in case I get faced with a case tomorrow
Look in my face and they race to get Che disbarred
Nah I'm chillin' baby, now make it poke child
With meditate I help you bring your inner hoe out
We'll regulate and get it crackin' like a coke house
Pretty panties with some fanny I'ma make her go
Down
You need to get down
You need to get down
He need to get
He need to get down
You got somethin' to prove? Get down baby
Oh, she ready to move, get down baby
You got to stay in the groove, get down baby
He came to get down
You got somethin' to prove? Get down baby
Now she ready to move, get down baby
You got to stay in the groove, get down baby
He came to get down
Get down
Get down
He came to get down
Get down
Get down
You need to get down
You need to get down
You need to get down
He need to get down
Yeah, I aim to spit, and maim your clique
I bang your bitch, bitch, I'm dangerous
Down I came to get, up to claim my shit
Raw like 'caine and gettin' brain from brainless chicks
It's, yo', party, do wutch ya like
Dis, my, mission, gon' fuck tonight
Up in the club and like see what the buzz is like
Niggaz who pop shit gon' feel what crutches like
The slugs is like, I keep the whole hood fiendin'
I don't smoke but I know what drugs they like
I'm the man to see, livin' the fantasy
Pocket full of Stones like Sly and the Family
Lift your shirt girl, show me the mammaries
Next week, I'll still have good memories
All I Do, the clique with me
Sign the check, nigga don't say shit to me
This is history, what rapper you know
Before his record drop is a Grammy winner G?
Me I came to get, down surround the sound
Bounce from town to town, 'Fest gon' put shit
Down
You need to get down
You need to get down
He need to get
He need to get down
We came to get down
We came to get down
He came to get
He came to get down
You dangerous, yeah, but I'm game for this, yeah
And I don't kiss 'cause that can get kankerous
White girls be claimin' the sun is cancerous
Pull my dick out and I done caused a damn eclipse
I'm on some shit, heh, you want some shit?
This my town dawg, watch what tone you get
This Windy City nigga, don't get blown to bits
Archaeologist nigga, I stay with a bone to pick
Goin' tit for tat, black aristocrat
Born with a gift to mack anywhere chicks is at
Malaysians, Haitians, Asians mixed with black
Bring 'em back to the block like yeah nigga, get with that
Fuck raisin' the bar, man I made the bar
Went to Harvard Law like Cochran, I aced the bar
Just in case I get faced with a case tomorrow
Look in my face and they race to get Che disbarred
Nah I'm chillin' baby, now make it poke child
With meditate I help you bring your inner hoe out
We'll regulate and get it crackin' like a coke house
Pretty panties with some fanny I'ma make her go
Down
You need to get down
You need to get down
He need to get
He need to get down
You got somethin' to prove? Get down baby
Oh, she ready to move, get down baby
You got to stay in the groove, get down baby
He came to get down
You got somethin' to prove? Get down baby
Now she ready to move, get down baby
You got to stay in the groove, get down baby
He came to get down
Get down
Get down
He came to get down
Credits
Writer(s): Francis Albert Lai, Ernest Dion Wilson, Che Smith, Pierre Elie Barouh
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