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G-Unit
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Get Down
作詞:Marvin Bernard, David Clayton-smith, K Dean, Curtis Jackson, Christopher Lloyd
Yeah, it's the Unit Yeah, showtime Swizz Oh, M C, woo
I run the show, no ifs, ands or buts about it Me fall off? Listen homeboy, I doubt it
Me? I gets down, I get down, down, down I get down, I get down, down, down I get down, I get down, down, down I get down, I get down, down, down
I spit it how I live it, man, they love it when I talk shit Not three, not two, I'm number one on the chart bitch, yeah Drama get to poppin' even when I don't start shit I turn around, there's only two shells left in the cartridge, damn
My homies dumb out, my homies dumb out Find out what they 'bout, when the guns come out I got a shitty attitude â€~cause I come from the bullshit Got the ammo on me now, nigga front, I'ma pull this
In the hood, you rat, you die In the hood if you rap you die I'm out the hood getting' fat and high, private jet, it's time to fly Got the Roley with the bezzy getting' head in Dubai
And my wolves come out when the moon comes up Before we take a hit, we roll that buddah Hydro and hash take me to the moon Alice I got bad aim but the fiends on the rats, yeah
I run the show, no ifs, ands or buts about it Me fall off? Listen homeboy, I doubt it
Me? I gets down, I get down, down, down I get down, I get down, down, down I get down, I get down, down, down I get down, I get down, down, down
Baby, we'll get lotto from Murciélago I race in my driveway, motherfuck the highway Niggaz talk money just not around me I get the cheddar, ask Swizz, I blow the parmesan cheese
Like it really means nothin' â€~cause it really means nothin' I'm not what you used to, I'm really not frontin' Tell the shorties I ain't got time to talk, I'm trickin' 更多更詳盡歌詞 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔鏡歌詞網 I want what I want and what I want I'm getting'
Uh, forty thou' earlobe, 40-cal gripper That'll make a girl out the Green Mile nigga In the street rapper, industry bully It's cold, tees turn to rest-in-peace hoodies, uh
I gets 'em out, my tricks playin' spades I swim in dime pussy, piss Rosé Unit rider, my clique don't play I got a pocket full of green an' my wrists all gleam
I run the show, no ifs, ands or buts about it Me fall off? Listen homeboy, I doubt it
Me? I gets down, I get down, down, down I get down, I get down, down, down I get down, I get down, down, down I get down, I get down, down, down
You know if God bless the child with so much swag Now, what am I supposed to do with all this cash? Seats less pussy, got all that ass So, shake it and wiggle, turn a skinny bitch mad
Ah, these niggaz ain't hot like we They don't know how to rock the spot like me Smell like I just got out a brand new V My black ass fresh up out of Bentley C's
Work with me lil' mama, let's get it Wan' take you down to the flo', shorty I'm wit it I'm on that shit, we on that shit I ain't on that rubber grip, nah nigga don't trip
I run the show, no ifs, ands or buts about it Me fall off? Listen homeboy, I doubt it
Me? I gets down, I get down, down, down I get down, I get down, down, down I get down, I get down, down, down I get down, I get down, down, down
Wind it up, woo Wind it up, woo Wind it up, woo Hit the flo', flo', woo That flo', flo', woo
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