get going I gotta get going I gotta ease on, get on down the road Get going I gotta get going I gotta get going I gotta ease on, get on down the road
get my hands on you, and the beef get to kickin' (Ha) Yeah, I'm tryin' to stay out, the mix though Cause every once in a while, they get to get low Kick
thrown hard down at da rocky pimp i gotta supa bed we keep it on da cool space city, h-town man wat it do? lets get it gravitatin get thrown out da club
you there Until you are mine, I'll find no relief [Chorus] Amor (si es amor) Si es amor (si es amor) Your love's got me feelin' (your love's got
like I'm posed to I fuck with sqaws let you squares cleed'n get close to I got that one that cheerleads for the Raiders She love the way I walk my 3000
me skate Yall bullshittin still goin off gates [Fat Trel] I remember when I used to bust a mac wit my eyes closed Then time rode, shawty choppin plus she get
say My pockets stuck on overload My reign never evaporates No need to eleberate Most of these ducks exaggerate But, I'ma get money nigga Everyday stuntin' nigga Ducks might get
my town, holmes, gotta flow G's call me papa john, knock em like a domino All o those hoes rollers n goin be bottled fo Yeah I got bread you don't think we goin
you goin feel like you done find your way to mars The paper punctuated, yeah that's the new philosophy A G I gotta be on top of that like an apostrophe
to play it Pass out four and a half The hood a get ya (Third Ward) Somebody should have told that boy I'm bout business 24/7 around the clock That's why I get
on top of fours And I'm in love with mary jane and codine I don't love these hoes I can remember my first couple I was so in love So when I wake up in
) x3 This is the official (the official)... get yo ass knocked out music (get yo ass knocked the fuck out!) for bein a non-hood affliate nigga GIB...ACP Get
wit that old G-glide I'm high but it's all gravy. Snake skins, no Timberland boots, get loot, I'll shoot If ya try to play me. get clout when I'm out,
HEYY! OWW, WORK IT! (DON'T STOP, DON'T STOP!) PUMP IT UP, PUMP IT UP! (PUMP IT UP, GET IT UP!) GET-GET IT, GET IT! (COME ON, COME ON!) SHAKE, GET-GET
doo-doo brown You make me wanna flip Plus I love the way you shake them, hips From side to side Always keepin my nature on the rise Cause you got it goin
the ones I like In G-strings in the middle of the night Smoke-filled stages, bitches in cages Guards at the door, armed with gauges As they dance and I get
just to get one nut (Yeah.) Splackin' every day, always wearin' the glove A bitch must be stupid to fall in love (Ha!) 'Cause the Kid love pussy, and
