Get Down Songtext
von Quando Rondo
Get Down Songtext
I′ve been searchin' so long
You know it
(Al Geno on the track)
Check this out
Swear I done searched for your love
In ever single place but the projects
For anything, I′m quick to tell you, "You got it"
And I've been searchin' for a thug
The one that don′t give a fuck ′bout nobody
From day to night, he think 'bout steppin′ and slidin'
Old rusty cutter make ′em get down, ayy
Blood from the gutters so when that stick 'round, ayy
She wanna fuck me ′cause I'm lit now, ayy
Oppositions hate because I'm rich now, ayy
′Cause they know every chance I get (that′s for a fact)
All these niggas know how we rockin'
All through the cold nights, by the pole, I′m grippin' my shotty
He made a diss ′bout my lil' brother
I thought that you blue flaggin′ your coffin?
Every time we slapped them niggas
Hot, but when we catch 'em they dodge us
Oh, I've been searchin′ for someone like my own
Hop on the plane and I′ma fly 'til
I find me another place to call home
She see the murder in my eye
I′m plottin' on a way where I can bust that boy dome
Stand on the block my dawg died on
That′s on the porch his momma cried on
All through the night you know we slide on 'em
Won′t do no talkin' on the mob phone
This 'bout that block my nigga died on
They think they solid G, but only one gon′ shoot
And no, it ain′t no leavin' off y′all screen until someone on the news
I caught him rollin' dice right by the creek, so we had ran down like vroom
Three in the morning, sippin′ lean plus I've been druggin′ since noon
Run down the street, chasin' my dreams I'm like "What else I′ma do?"
Just got a MAC, so gave the glizzy with the beam to my goon
Two Adderalls, a Perc′, a bean, I'm ′bout to go to the moon
Put a brand new scope on the AR, when I run down I'ma zoom ′em
Nowadays these phones be tapped so we gon' talk at the best and
He ′bout his business, while you go, I give the guap to your best friend
Time for trophies, we give the killas is the new Smith and Wesson
One thing for sure, don't be my niggas, they don't got my best interest
They come through spinnin′ with nine mills
We hit they block, they find the exit
I′ma do this one hit for my dawg who up in heaven, steady restin'
Cold case gettin′ realer
We seein' bloody, so affected
Old rusty cutter used to be owned by this nigga over a cold nigga
Old rusty cutter make ′em get down, ayy
Blood from the gutters so when that stick 'round, ayy
She wanna fuck me ′cause I'm lit now, ayy
Oppositions hate because I'm rich now, ayy
′Cause they know every chance I get
That′s for a fact
All these niggas know how we rockin'
All through the cold nights, by the pole, I′m grippin' my shawty
He made a diss ′bout my lil' brother
I thought that you blue flaggin′ your coffin?
Every time we slapped them niggas
Hot, but when we catch 'em they dodge us
Oh, I've been searchin′ for someone like my own
Hop on the plane and I′ma fly 'til
I find me another place to call home
She see the murder in my eye
I′m plottin' on a way where I can bust that boy dome
Stand on the block my dawg died on
That′s on the porch his momma cried on
All through the night you know we slide on 'em
Won′t do no talkin' on the mob phone
This 'bout that block my nigga died on
You know it
(Al Geno on the track)
Check this out
Swear I done searched for your love
In ever single place but the projects
For anything, I′m quick to tell you, "You got it"
And I've been searchin' for a thug
The one that don′t give a fuck ′bout nobody
From day to night, he think 'bout steppin′ and slidin'
Old rusty cutter make ′em get down, ayy
Blood from the gutters so when that stick 'round, ayy
She wanna fuck me ′cause I'm lit now, ayy
Oppositions hate because I'm rich now, ayy
′Cause they know every chance I get (that′s for a fact)
All these niggas know how we rockin'
All through the cold nights, by the pole, I′m grippin' my shotty
He made a diss ′bout my lil' brother
I thought that you blue flaggin′ your coffin?
Every time we slapped them niggas
Hot, but when we catch 'em they dodge us
Oh, I've been searchin′ for someone like my own
Hop on the plane and I′ma fly 'til
I find me another place to call home
She see the murder in my eye
I′m plottin' on a way where I can bust that boy dome
Stand on the block my dawg died on
That′s on the porch his momma cried on
All through the night you know we slide on 'em
Won′t do no talkin' on the mob phone
This 'bout that block my nigga died on
They think they solid G, but only one gon′ shoot
And no, it ain′t no leavin' off y′all screen until someone on the news
I caught him rollin' dice right by the creek, so we had ran down like vroom
Three in the morning, sippin′ lean plus I've been druggin′ since noon
Run down the street, chasin' my dreams I'm like "What else I′ma do?"
Just got a MAC, so gave the glizzy with the beam to my goon
Two Adderalls, a Perc′, a bean, I'm ′bout to go to the moon
Put a brand new scope on the AR, when I run down I'ma zoom ′em
Nowadays these phones be tapped so we gon' talk at the best and
He ′bout his business, while you go, I give the guap to your best friend
Time for trophies, we give the killas is the new Smith and Wesson
One thing for sure, don't be my niggas, they don't got my best interest
They come through spinnin′ with nine mills
We hit they block, they find the exit
I′ma do this one hit for my dawg who up in heaven, steady restin'
Cold case gettin′ realer
We seein' bloody, so affected
Old rusty cutter used to be owned by this nigga over a cold nigga
Old rusty cutter make ′em get down, ayy
Blood from the gutters so when that stick 'round, ayy
She wanna fuck me ′cause I'm lit now, ayy
Oppositions hate because I'm rich now, ayy
′Cause they know every chance I get
That′s for a fact
All these niggas know how we rockin'
All through the cold nights, by the pole, I′m grippin' my shawty
He made a diss ′bout my lil' brother
I thought that you blue flaggin′ your coffin?
Every time we slapped them niggas
Hot, but when we catch 'em they dodge us
Oh, I've been searchin′ for someone like my own
Hop on the plane and I′ma fly 'til
I find me another place to call home
She see the murder in my eye
I′m plottin' on a way where I can bust that boy dome
Stand on the block my dawg died on
That′s on the porch his momma cried on
All through the night you know we slide on 'em
Won′t do no talkin' on the mob phone
This 'bout that block my nigga died on
Writer(s): Tyquian Bowman, Gene Hixon, Dean Hall Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
