Ma$e - Get Ready lyrics

(feat. Blackstreet) [Intro] See, the difference with me When I do what I do I do what I'm doing But I'm doing it like I'm doing it for TV Oww, oww, oww, oww, oww Keep ya hands up What, what, put your hands up Come on, come on, keep your hands up We back, we back, we back, we back (put your hands up) We back, we back again (keep your hands up) We back, we back, we back, we back, we back, we back I remember the days of prayin' my chips be right Louie the 13, no more Cris tonight Gold to me is like Superman and Kryptonite So I pray how I don't miss my flight, switch to night Get out the plane, it look all strange See a man from Spain, holding up my name Give him my things and head down to bag' claim And I hear somebody scream my name So I look back, look once, look twice Look fast, look left, look right Look Blink, look Meeno, look Myse They try tell me honey don't look right So, I approach her, it all look Kosher But there was kids runnin' up with posters And I was startin' to lose sight of chauffer So I had to say nice to know ya Get ready [1 - Blackstreet] Get ready, tonight We're gonna make this a night to remember Get ready, tonight We're gonna make this a night to remember [During chorus] What, what, what, what, what, what Get money all over again Get money all over again Come on, uh, uh, All Out Uh, yo, it just so happen this how Ma$e stay starred Flip two aces and get two face cards It happens, chip stackin' I turn around, see a bunch of chicks clappin' But a girl walked by, caught my eye So I said, 'What the f**, stand here and give me luck' And she whispered in my ear A purple one on there and put a pink one on there I did just that and gave Hud a stack, shout 'I'll be right back' In fact, I'ma be over here talkin' to love Said you Been Around the World, been so many places Hit so many girls, and spent so many faces And every girl in the world know who Ma$e is But right now that's really not what the case is Let's be real, I know you got bills So how 'bout one night and I just gave you a mil' Whatchu feel [Repeat 1] [During chorus] What, what, what, what, what, what All Out Wanna Blow H World, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on I don't rap for Rollies, I rap for Starbucks I'm that star who get the stars star struck You a one hit wonder who caught some hard luck I'm that kid cats can't wait to scar up But the show ain't over until the bottles is empty Then girls run out the club, follow the Bently Knowing that every president need a Lewinsky Girls know I ain't know you but they try to convince me And any chick that I'm with already know You ain't gotta like Ma$e, but bet he blow And anything that I do get heavy dough Stop handcuffin' that girl and let her go My whips got satellite, see it in the graphics I ain't only got eight cuz I fly pa**ed it Why ask is Ma$e a cla**ic Knowin' I'm from the hood doing deals with Magic Come on [Repeat 1 until fade while:] What, what, what, what, what, what Get money all over again, get money all over again H World get money again All Out get money again Wanna Blow, get money again So Bad Boy get money again No Limit get money again Roc-A-Fella get money again Untertainment get money again Charli get money again Brandy get money again Cuda Love get money again Cardan get money again Yo, even Cam' get money again We back, we back, we back, we back We back, we back again We back, we back, we back, we back We back, we back again