Testo Get Down - Ya Boy
Testo della canzone Get Down (Ya Boy), tratta dall'album Rookie Of the Year
We controllin' the land
Have 'em eatin' out the palm of my hands
These dudes claimin' they hot but they soft and bland
Keep thinking it's a game 'till we off your mans
Drop bombs on your block and slide off in vans
Guards on the block like billups they stop and pop
I deuce deuce my Ferrari then drop the top
The only reason I'm ahead cause my plots is hot
So all you rookie motherfuckers need to stop and watch
Be easy, fore bodies turn freezy like my sleeves be
Put the 40 on your chest like Beasley
My team runnin' the league, nigga please believe me
Niggas bad luck in the bowl like Mark Levy
And we can get down
Whether you flip pounds or spit rounds
Sit down, your boy the shit clown
Whatever he bought, I show you more
And put a price on your melon like a produce store
And we can get down
For real, nigga we rep the deal
If you real like we real let me hear how you feel
For real, we ride 'till we sittin' on two wheels
The blue steel, put you to sleep like
And we can get down
For real, nigga you get touched
When clips bust them Frisco niggas a bit much
For real, gimmie some trees to twist up
Get hit up, you die wit'cha fuckin' fist up
I flow on the beat like water man
I got work for cheap, come place your orders man
A couple ki's equal a hundred grand
Y'all still stutterin' with ounces like Duh Duh Man
Like Duh Duh Man, leave 'em in the gutter fam
All that loud talkin' and stuntin' got you nothin' man
And I don't give a fuck if y'all don't like me
I guarantee your bitch ass'll wanna fight me
Yeah, we can knuckle up
My niggas play with them burners, so either way yo ass gon' buckle up
Buck 'em down, I bet that tre pound gon' fuck 'em up
Leave 'em in the fetal position, all throwin' up
Double D's throw 'em up, fully loaded up in here
So your defense better huddle up
Y'all can't fuck with us, it's the deal bitch
Two guns up, it's your boy and Big Scoob
And we can get down
For real, nigga we rep the deal
If you real like we real let me hear how you feel
For real, we ride 'till we sittin' on two wheels
The blue steel, put you to sleep like
And we can get down
For real, nigga you get touched
When clips bust them Frisco niggas a bit much
For real, gimmie some trees to twist up
Get hit up, you die wit'cha fuckin' fist up
When we stroll up y'all curl up like fruit roll ups
Your block soft, that's why I got your corner sowed up
And you get shook by the shells that we toss
I'll have your mans catch more bullets than Randy Moss
And I throw 'em like Young
So if you niggas not bulletproof then you niggas better run
I had to hustle to get my funds
And when the beef get thick niggas flip beretta guns
And for those that like to beg like bums
Make a bitch and a blade come together like buns
You can find me on the corner in the slums
Where a bitch made nigga'll stick out like sore thumbs
And where I'm from all the thugs serve 'caine
And blow more trees than a tropical hurricane
But the streets is home sweet home
So I roll with a clique that's big as Edgy Stone
And we can get down
For real, nigga we rep the deal
If you real like we real let me hear how you feel
For real, we ride 'till we sittin' on two wheels
The blue steel, put you to sleep like
And we can get down
For real, nigga you get touched
When clips bust them Frisco niggas a bit much
For real, gimmie some trees to twist up
Get hit up, you die wit'cha fuckin' fist up
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Writer(s): William Ryan Key, Ryan Michael Mendez, Sean T. O'donnell
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