Get Down With Da Get Down lyrics

[ VERSE 1 ]

I hate it when the bitches try to juice me

But the pussy make me do the watusi

Sex related, x rated on the nightly

I got enogh helmet to buff, but don`t you bite me

What you see is what you gettin, cause I`m hittin wombs

And fumes linger throughout the room like the tombs

I lock down the putang I do thangs with true thangs

Jeweler `ain`t nothin to fuck` with like the Wu-Tang

So recognize right now that it`s a Bronx style

Play this and every juvenile is runnin wild

Pandemonium spreads up and down your block

Fuck crime watch, cause I climbed another notch

Hop scotch on the rocks instead of gin and juice

If it`s black berry brandy, I`m finna get loose

Out in the west they don`t love them hoes

But on the East Coast we knock a bed post and make the pussy go



Tra-na-na-na-na-na-na-na

Tryin to get (3x)



Tryin to get down with the get down



[ VERSE 2 ]

This is brought to you directly from the ill school

Slum-ass rappes be frontin real jewels

10 carat, like a parrot talkin shit back

Fuck Polly, who cares if she want a cracker

Is it becasue I`m tappin jaws and puttin on the rigs

And shit hits you in your face like zigs or hot grits

Saggy like old tits, you`re out of it

I`m teachin rappers how to quit, cause they conterfeit

I like to pull your card, cause you`re fakin jacks

I`m makin stacks and in one smack I`m breakin backs

That`s why I`m slammin like a cell door

Shammin, what the hell for?

If I couldn`t rhyme, then I would sell raw

Like a dread, but without the locks

When I`m about to rock Jack know I`m knockin clowns out the box

I don`t replace, I remove from the premises

You could forget it, although wifey sure remember this



Tra-na-na-na-na-na-na-na (3x)



Tryin to get down with the get down



You can`t get down with the get down



[ VERSE 3 ]

Now I love it when the bitches try to juice me

I got the pussy, and it still cannot seduce me

That`s what happens when I`m slappin up between your legs

On the sunny side up, baby, I fry them eggs

Go tell your man he`s cut off, you got a new pole

And if you`re married, my lawyers can find a loophole

No doubt, the Boogie Down is on the map again

See, this is hip hop, don`t ever call it rap again

Cause I`m a cold killer cold killin

Great taste and less fillin like Bud Light, I`m Cold Chillin`

On the 8th I be jewelin with my man Blacky

I`m not the same King Sun who used to go with Jackie

Now I`m dolo, sexually solo

Bonin is the record, the foreplay`s a promo

I take a fat track and bring back a hit sound

Come Uptown, I put you down with the get down



Tra-na-na-na-na-na-na-na (3x)



Tryin to get down with the get down



You wanna get down with the gets down



(1-2-3-ah)



Strictly ghetto, always down with the get down



D.I.T.C.

My man Sha, no doubt

>From the 8th to Gun Hill, no doubt

>From BNS to 84, no doubt

No question
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