King Tee - Let's Get It On lyrics

Let's get it on, it's time to get down Let's get it on, it's time to get down Huh, for your convenience I'm fully equipped with the madness Plus I bring joy to the sadness Mr. Insane chose to bring the noise I flex out the best out and I brought my boys For the function, wait bring the pumps and the bumps in n***as wanna trip I got pumps in my trunk then I rule all I survey, bust a move Ain't nothin' changed but the god damn groove I bring forth fat sh** on the money Homies wanna trip but I'm chillin' with the honies My girl [unverified] and Nikki Nicole, gets papes I brought Sable just for old time's sake The real ruler wrecks records, I mean wrecks wombs But now I got the psychedelic tune I dedicate this to my true black sisters n***as bump this while they rollin' on them twisters Let's get it on, it's time to get down Let's get it on, it's time to get down Yo, I told you man I don't play around with the music I'm funkdafied, blowin' up acoustics I'm rather remarkable when I kick the matter Sk**ed in the field of rough grammar I electrify and intoxicate the moment I branch out and crush my opponent It's Super n***a in the skies, wild mannered Reportin' on the sound, you got to gets down Like I told ya and peep, you can write it in your book 'Cause yo, that's that sh** with that Soul Train hook, yeah The blackness gets stronger, the soul gets deep Make room for the Alkaholik Sheik I persist to be the infinite all-time great I'm told that my name gained weight Since the past, so hell, let me take it on the blast Yo, yo, pa** the rug before I bust my a** Let's get it on, it's time to get down Let's get it on, it's time to get down Hey nig bust the funk, I feel somethin' comin' Tales From the Crypt or I might just be buggin' No propoganda, I stand outstander A OutKast like them kids from Atlanta I perform microphone exorcism on rappers I cast out the demon from them ba*tards And oh Nikke, you did the track, what's the plan? Step to the mic and show these hookers how to slam Flash for a style, Nikke is the picture Open as I enter I'd like to send a track that's fat, constant non-stoppin' From Brooklyn to Compton, my sh** is stompin' I like to parlay on the Ave. Every now and then smoke a blunt, sip a Heineken I know a King named Tee, Tha Alkaholik I can rock a rhyme no matter how you call it Produce hits from the basement I make loops, if they're used, I replace 'em Nikke Nicole, the soul sound, bring the whole crew We can all get down Let's get it on, it's time to get down Let's get it on, it's time to get down Let's get it on, it's time to get down Let's get it on, it's time to get down