Bizzy Bone - Get Ya, Get Ya lyrics

[Intro: Bizzy] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Roll that blunt (yeah) Give me another toke homie We ridin, pimp [Chorus 2X: Bizzy Bone] Ooh, I guess they don't know, I'm finna call up David And we marchin on them quickly to the South Pole So what they wanna do with us? Uh, finna get'cha get'cha Uh, finna get'cha get'cha get'cha get'cha [Bizzy Bone] Lord, crush they numbers daddies eyes can see I know Jesus carry me, he ever need me I'm there verily I love the Virgin Mary, Mexican food, without the children or the child shall lead to mommy, daddy love me I'm chillin Bless the world if it's possible, I cry on my knees Praise the Lord, God almighty the creator of all lightning Ass booty and cattle, blood stop, I'm feelin the brain waves rattlin Tryna stop what we got, ain't seen no cops come Stone cold producer, bad to the bone, I ain't no sell out Better leave him alone, I'll clear this b**h out Shut the f** up out of they pencil walls and then shake that dust f** the lust, non-physical, now they got me in cuffs - one love [Chorus] [Bizzy Bone] Deep in the mind where they question me, what do you want to know? I don't know nothing, but I heard that legend tellin me take it slow Finna be, within the body this is a blessin better get rid of whatever you need You better go get it remember to plant that seed While I'm dead holdin the microphone, closer to the spirit Clearly I get that jealousy somehow I just don't fear it I blame nothin and it's surrounded, we're surrounded and trapped Come up off that bullsh**, pulpit, feelin the fact Everywhere we lack, in the battlefield the sh** like that Baby we serious and I'm not curious, you tell 'em to watch that Ideologies remember scientologies, isn't it bloody enough? f** it, we are the soldiers in the rucket rough Runnin from the spiritual po-po Don't act like you don't know though cause I don't know either So y'all relax and take a breather, drink a liter then roll We gotta, we gotta find somewhere to leave for our souls [Chorus] [Bizzy Bone] I call up my uncle let me cop some f**in Mary Jane We been out here grindin steadily climbin each and every day f**er don't test us come and arrest us, show me how we play Feelin me with the spirit, fight you back like I was anime Quick to have a baby sick as f** and jump right on the stage Comin up out that limo pockets swollen payin attention to everything I say Open up my mind with a prayer, as I worship the Lord Jesus The Dragon Slayer verily, verily I'm reborn Tarnished and torn, burnin up I'm feelin scorned It's gettin warm I'm tellin 'em turn it up, turn it up, turn it up Tarnished and torn, burnin up I'm feelin scorned It's gettin warm I'm tellin 'em turn it up, turn it up, turn it up Don't burn...