Mr. 3-2 - Go Down lyrics

(*talking*) What's up with you girl, (what's up daddy What's up with you), we gon do this or what (Can you handle this, do you think you can handle this) You going hard as f**, (I don't think you ready) Some sh** what to do, (you got to do this) Get your a** in girl, (can you handle this) Yeah that's what's up let's do it, (let's go baby) [Mr. 3-2] I'm in the zone on Patrone, back in this bar Say a dude up in here, but I really don't bar Going hard, barely on my ninth of tenth shot Anybody got problems, meet me in the parking lot No doubt, me and my thugs in here deep Don't bump into me, or step on my feet DJ, playing my favorite song So I start getting crunk, on the microphone It's on, lil' mama's taking it off Shaking they thang, to bone the Big Boss Last call, for alcohol Only thing I wanna get into, is them drawas Y'all, better not play with me Just hit the exit do', with the G-O-V See every week, it go down at the club Broads showing love, table dance for a thug [Hook - 2x] It go down, for real at the after set Baby girl going hard, and we just met Have a couple drinks, and she don't know my name Every weekend, we could do it again [D.Z.] 36 karats on shine, when I fold up in the club Lil' mamas on dick, and they all showing me love Cause I'ma cut her up, the motherf**ing average In the streets a known savage, my lifestyle is lavish In the V.I.P. sipping Remmy, at the bar Surrounded by sugar brown, and yellow bone stars And it's understood, that they all wanna f** Let's hit the parking lot, for a little head in the truck Then it's back to spot, pop a lil' scooby snack Put the X in her life, and see how that hoe act I'm a mack slash P-I-M-P, to the heart If you ain't talking bout nothing, then b**h don't even start The conversating, about the moves that I'm making D.Z., yes I believe in hoe breaking Your b**h I may be taking, if she give me the sign Don't hate the playa hate the game, and keep her a** in line n***a [Hook - 2x] [Cro$$] The weekend's here, freaks come out at night Tre-Deuce in the Harley, I pull up on my bike We at the after H, in the parking lot I'm staying strapped, I know that the sharks are out Fall up in the club, strippers taking it off To keep the scrilla, for Cro$$ no cost So Cro$$ gon floss, peep the scene broads acting a fool They all choose, but the three f** rule got me rude I'm clean as a whistle, swift with the pistol Dimes all over me, trying to make it official Hey little pretty, you leaving with me Brown Texas scrilla boy, M-D-C Five shots of Henny, got her feeling woozy At the bar going hard, brights on ice on Slip out the exit window, was no lights on Cuz be tripping, realize that his wife gone I get my pipe on, while she get her dyke on X'd out won't stop, that's what I'm tal'n bout She a fool with it, she a fool with it X'd out won't stop, that's what I'm tal'n bout [Hook - 2x]