Babe Field - Get On Down lyrics

[intro] [Verse 1: Raven] Welcome to my scenery So nice you came to see me I'm hungry for these games Like snow in cla** with the feeny I know, I know, I'm the coldest They even call me the boldest My elders all seem to fear me Some even say I am soulless Walking while I'm sole-less Dancing like I own this So you this floor is under my control Btter cuff your chick cos i'm stealing them all That's why i'm out here on parole I am greatest That's why you can't help but play this k**ing everyone else on your playlist Who claims they don't know what my name is Like Jay and K and Bey Lol JK baby [Hook: Jamiroquai Sample x2] Get on down and work me babe On your knees, once again She's a fast persuader, outta space Escalator to elation any place Girl's got crazy rhythm She's coming from a stranger place All wrapped up in music With a star gaze on her face [Verse 2: Babefield] Goofy n***as get out of my optical I'm finna be on top it's not optional Gotta line em up Gotta fry em up Let these hoes know that they time is up n***as always say they got yo back But they steady ducking like quack Get it from the middle of the east and the west And i get it from the front to the back You can either tune in or tune out Either way i'm speaking true sh** til the end It's money to be made and best believe i'm making it It's hotties in the shade and yes this n***a hates Cause i'm getting it With they b**h Sitting in a two seater Sipping on a two liter With the sh**s With the clique I'm too gone i'm candlelit It's b a b e i'm the best And i'm just doing me n***a i'm just doing me [Hook: x2] [Verse 3: Shokora] I'm a black Ronin romain' n***a jump like Shonen when I go in They like 'why you gotta go so hard'? I'm like why I gotta white to get a black card n***as act hard when they in their backyard But in public they rubbish Like yo flow get to scrubbing Glorified War lord going a world tour been doing since four score and seven years ago And years before that n***a i've been dope way before crack I stay in the cut like Neosporin Born in Cali but i push that foreign I don't play no games but a n***a still scoring We in a drought so a n***a stay poor in The city, ya'll still with me Or you looking away like when Bobby hit Whitney Oh I guess you can have your cake and eat it too I got flows like Havasu Now i'm asking you Don't you think is the sh** got bars like a convict I stay funky like i'm armpit [outro]