King Sun - Get Down With Da Get Down lyrics

[ VERSE 1 ] I hate it when the b**hes try to juice me But the p**y make me do the watusi Sex related, x rated on the nightly I got enogh helmet to buff, but don't you bite me What you see is what you gettin, cause I'm hittin wombs And fumes linger throughout the room like the tombs I lock down the putang I do thangs with true thangs Jeweler 'ain't nothin to f**' with like the Wu-Tang So recognize right now that it's a Bronx style Play this and every juvenile is runnin wild Pandemonium spreads up and down your block f** crime watch, cause I climbed another notch Hop scotch on the rocks instead of gin and juice If it's black berry brandy, I'm finna get loose Out in the west they don't love them hoes But on the East Coast we knock a bed post and make the p**y go Tra-na-na-na-na-na-na-na Tryin to get (3x) Tryin to get down with the get down [ VERSE 2 ] This is brought to you directly from the ill school Slum-a** rappes be frontin real j**els 10 carat, like a parrot talkin sh** back f** Polly, who cares if she want a cracker Is it becasue I'm tappin jaws and puttin on the rigs And sh** hits you in your face like zigs or hot grits Saggy like old tits, you're out of it I'm teachin rappers how to quit, cause they conterfeit I like to pull your card, cause you're fakin jacks I'm makin stacks and in one smack I'm breakin backs That's why I'm slammin like a cell door Shammin, what the hell for? If I couldn't rhyme, then I would sell raw Like a dread, but without the locks When I'm about to rock Jack know I'm knockin clowns out the box I don't replace, I remove from the premises You could forget it, although wifey sure remember this Tra-na-na-na-na-na-na-na (3x) Tryin to get down with the get down You can't get down with the get down [ VERSE 3 ] Now I love it when the b**hes try to juice me I got the p**y, and it still cannot seduce me That's what happens when I'm slappin up between your legs On the sunny side up, baby, I fry them eggs Go tell your man he's cut off, you got a new pole And if you're married, my lawyers can find a loophole No doubt, the Boogie Down is on the map again See, this is hip hop, don't ever call it rap again Cause I'm a cold k**er cold k**in Great taste and less fillin like Bud Light, I'm Cold Chillin' On the 8th I be j**elin with my man Blacky I'm not the same King Sun who used to go with Jackie Now I'm dolo, s**ually solo Bonin is the record, the foreplay's a promo I take a fat track and bring back a hit sound Come Uptown, I put you down with the get down Tra-na-na-na-na-na-na-na (3x) Tryin to get down with the get down You wanna get down with the gets down (1-2-3-ah) Strictly ghetto, always down with the get down D.I.T.C My man Sha, no doubt ]From the 8th to Gun Hill, no doubt ]From BNS to 84, no doubt No question