KHM - You Gonna Get It lyrics

(Keith) Cali.. (yeah) Cali.. Cali I told y'all how we do it 'round heah (Keith) I'm goin back to Cali - hmm, I gotta think about it Cadillac'n, paperstackin mayne (Keith) I'm goin back to Cali, to Cali, to Cali Still steady tippin and pimpin mayne (Keith) I'm goin back to Cali You want that right here? (Keith) Hmmmm, let me think about it (Verse One) I'm the bomb I got the flow Pack a show, pimp the hoe Make the dough re-up and go Trick too slow? Chicks run dough What's yo' handle what's yo' call Where's the 'dro I'll smoke it all Tell yo' name, state yo' game I want the chips you have the fame n***a backbite, game ain't right I'm dy-no-mite too out of sight Hard to reach, arms can't touch Run your j**els, rings and watch You thug you jacked 'em murder contractor Shut up dude! You're an actor Lookin slick, when I come You slum you dumb get some and gun (Chorus) We got that 'dro on the block, you come and get it You want that blow and that rock, you come and get it We keep the heat on the block, you gon' get it For plenty b**hes - woo - we diggin ditches - woo (Verse Two: Marc Live) Yeah.. look, look look I can bring you down, look k**ers in the game, never need the fame Come wreck shop, put two in your brain Blow sets up, go s** it up Come see the kid, UHH, never did a bid (let's go) Never got caught, never came short (yeah) Never got shot, don't talk a lot Just watch me, I tote the heat (yeah) Light the weed up Purple haze kush the scene up Nighttime we eat the streets up Get set, get ready I spit, come crazy 20 Chevys, payload real heavy ... You lazy Don't hate me (Chorus) (Verse Three: Kool Keith) I'll beat it in the great lane Take the intestines out your {?} Who's standin on top of the mountain on top of yo' great dane It's all love, grab a beer, life is great mayne John came through yesterday, he was no Fefferday{?} Now Thanksgiving is over, I cut the gra** a little bit Above beyond the perfect task, strings around yo' a** Michael Myers, brother knew lots, saavy We golden lover, a hundred fifty-five pounds, the Golden Glover With Bob {?} in Madison Square Can I get in where I fit in, you don't mind I'm not invited Mr. Polystein, can I have a piece of yo' bread Can I barge and piss on top of who's large Your cholesterol, your high blood pressure Now how Lucy used too much cream in the coffee The doctor said y'all feedin the family too much marger-ine Uncle Fedley screamin out, the {?} workin the boy too hard Birds flyin by my rockin chair, you can sit here grandma I'ma rake them leaves, I'ma piss right here in the garden Now Bo {?} said he's losin his hair, I don't got the mange Now he's actin strange (Chorus) - 2X