*come get it* Rah digga, up in the house *come get it* Rampage, up in the house *come get it* What? baby come get it (rah: what? nigga come get it
*come get it* Rah digga, up in the house *come get it* Rampage, up in the house *come get it* What? baby come get it (rah: what? nigga come get it)
say it (yeah yeah) well i'm ready for ya come let me show ya you want to groove im'a show you how to move come come [Chorus] x2 Come Mr. DJ song pon
Take a nap take a snap but when you take it for granted it hurts Try to be thrifty so you man it your worth it Expect the best but plan for the worst
see from the Father, now how funky can you Get get get get get down, the rhythm must come to such When it's time to bust, and all the mortals lay crushed
t wait Just to make it, to another day Gotta get the big pay off, so get the fuck out my way When I come around your corner, so slow It'll be the nigga
t wait Just to make it, to another day Gotta get the big pay off, so get the fuck out my way When i come around your corner, so slow It'll be the nigga
times, and the way that it look I don't think that it's gonna get better, the only thing that's here Is to suck it up, inside I know that's why we not
poverty it must be the straight up get to an ending peal off Recognizing the drama offense of living in my life Got to go get it and come back with it until it
let it go Trying to get me a mill ticket, fuck getting sold Spitting the flow hitting the optimo, and I think you better let it go [Trae] You better let it
prowlers on the scene, we go our mug on mean It use to be sipping fours but now it's jugs of that codeine Quarter pines be puffing but it ain't nothing
gotta believe And what you want, you'll soon achieve It's who you know to get your juice I started with rhymes and I get loose! [Chorus] [Verse 2: Brother
it-ch-check it-check it out y'all Check it-check it-check it-check it-check it out y'all Check it out y'all Check it-check it-check it-check it-check
twisted While I'm layin in the coffin The shit comes around so often So tell me something Before I take it out on the world, and get to dumpin'
backwards head twisted While I'm layin in the coffin The shit comes around so often So tell me something Before I take it out on the world, and get
got to get to listenin' to Mr. Magic cuttin' up the hits and even though I had habit makin' words rhyme I was caught up in the madness Juvenile thugs come