B-legit - I Get Down lyrics

[Hook: Cousin Fik] You see 'em riding round town on them big 'ole tires When you sitting up high you better ride with that fire Cause I get down (ya gotta get down) Cause I get down (I get down) sh** it'll get ugly round here on these folk on cycles When I see my punk I'm turning off his lights Cause I get down (ya gotta get down) Cause I get down (I get down) [Verse 1: E-40] My necklace real, I'm iced out Riding on a Ferris wheels finna turn it out Sliding by the function with my beat on slump Pounding, sounding like Chewbacca in the trunk Clowning, making my presents known Campaigning in my two-tone talking on my findo Smoking on some story tell outta my whips Billing like a trillion bucks having my chips [Verse 2: B-Legit] I make love to the block then kiss the corner Ride up hop shots put the hot sh** on ya In this California hard-heads don't mind Let the nina nine Nicky nit the neck one time Respect my shine and let the sixes talk I knock a n***a down that a fix his walk Got the sickest hunk I put the beam on the eagle Get's down and I don't like people [Hook: Cousin Fik] [Verse 3: E-40] The thrill of victory and the agony of defeat Can't be seven days, can't be week Gotta be a beast on these streets like a tyrannosaurus rex Can't be soft like a box of Kleenex Uhh, digital beam chasing the dream turkey bags and cream Living like a king, thumper by my screen Don't wanna be broke like a lebby now that I'm having my feddi She tryna throw me the monkey, she tryna give me the panties [Verse 4: B-Legit] She tryna give me the panties but I don't want it I sell it I let the s**as get with it so they can hit it and dell it I run the sliver then mail it and when they smell it it's good 85 hundred when they land in the hood I'm a beast with the mouthpiece goon with the spoon Hundred thousand cash in the hotel room I got kicks in the tie but the fire with me And I can dim your headlights it's on sight with me [Hook: Cousin Fik] [Verse 5: E-40/B-Legit] My lil n***as is I'll be on some sick sh** Knock a n***a down and then go smoke a cigarette Pitching from the mount Vallejo's most ignorant Thirty forty rounds do is legumes I got some b**hes that love a pimp I'm try'na get paid They can s** the yellow yolk up out of the egg On the track with legs big tittes and a** And the swan b**h get the money fast I can't slow down all gas no brakes No refunds and no we bake So come get some cause we get cake No mistake chef the ruby and flake b*tch! [Hook: Cousin Fik]