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Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #6,452
Peak in subgenre #252
Author
MR. ANDERSON
Rights
L3ARTWOKRKS
Uploaded
August 27, 2008
Track Files
MP3
MP3 4.0 MB • 128 kbps • 4:23
Story behind the song
MY LIL CUZIN WEE-DAWG! SMOOTHEST RAPPER OUTTA SAN DIEGO.
Lyrics
GET THAT
-HOOK-
Prodigy of the earth
Ya?ll don?t wanna see me work
Mad gurls used to call me
In high school the little jerk
Plus I used to move the work
Used to make my arm jerk
I owwwn give a fuck about these haters
Cause I?m warm turk
So I put plant seeds
In the earth and let em breed
Plus I put plant seeds
In my gurl and let em breed
Dudes wanna ask me
Kev want you let em breathe?
But fuck that man
I?m shooting fireballs out the sleeves
I?m kinda hot man
The STL is getting warm
But you don?t wanna see the town
Cause like some bees we swarm
We known to attack (niggaz)
And jack (niggaz)
And then pull out the gat (niggaz)
Known sometime clap (niggaz)
Matter fact you gone applaud
When I get to your braud
Got her dropping them draws
On Main blvd
Now she rollin and strollin
Got her stripping and shaken
But I ain?t never gave a dam
I make the block hot like bacon
-HOOK-
Man god is my witness
These boyz don?t know nuttin bout business
Dey some chumps & I?m Donald Trump
They wanna be my apprentice
My raps is relentless
See now day?s rappers lacking persistence
I?m back with a vengeance
Wit a 45 attached to my tendon
I?m mack in da menace
Done literally hit like 1/2 of my tenants
Time is money
Why ya?ll subtracting I ain?t relaxin a minute
These acts is just finished
The cutlass & the lack is replenished
Plus a sack of dat spinach
Got me in ladies mouth like a dentist
Word play wicked, versus vivid
They talk it, I live it
I?m getting digits, must admit it
Bangbros is addicting
These dudes is in trouble
See my team we coming for titles
Fuck these other couple of niggaz
I?m the American Idol
Put my hand on the bible
Before I go to sleep at night
Cause if I don?t wake up in the morning
Man then something ain?t right
Who gone feed my seed
Who gonna support my kid
I don?t know about these niggaz
But I?m strictly bout chips (shit)
-HOOK-
What I give to ya?ll
Is the deepest in my soul
And everytime that I spit it
Should I say its good as gold
Like the DVD
Volume 1, Volume 2
Recognize what I do
I give it to you
When I rap it?s like a gift
A I give it to you
From me to you
If you like it you can go head and bump it
If you don?t like it return it
Now Keep it and burn it
But either way it doesn?t matter
Cause the boy stay determined
I took a trip to Reiker?s Island
Then I came back
I ain?t like tha
Flew back to Cali flipped the papper stacks
Drove a Ferrari,
Played some Atari
Persian women holla at me
I guess the boy is somewhat that flossy
Writers don?t wanna see me
Flat screens on my walls like its cribs
And man yall know how I do
I been eaten ribs
Baby back to get it exact
The pockets is phat
A lot of rappers lacking talent
But what they know about that jack
-HOOK-
