Papoose - Get Right (feat. Busta Rhymes) lyrics

(Intro: Papoose) Oh!!! This the one right here!!! Swizz Beatz you a fool for this! I done took y'all everywhere, ain't nowhere to take y'all but to the club Papoose, Pa-poose!!! (Chorus: Busta Rhymes) We got a riot outside homey (Huh!) and every hood with a thug n***as try to rush the door of the club We 'bout to get right n***as! (We 'bout to get right n***as!) We 'bout to get right n***as! (We 'bout to get right n***as!) All my b**hes with the bangin sh** on, alot of Louis Vuitton You know the sh** then sing the words of the song We call it get right b**hes! (We 'bout to get right b**hes!) We 'bout to get right b**hes (We 'bout to get right b**hes!) Let's go!!! (Verse 1: Papoose) What you mean let's go?! go where?! This my city I ain't goin nowhere (Nah) Matter fact, Bus let's go over there (Come On) Take all of they girls and bring 'em over here (Come Here) New York City, have no fear, Flipmode, Streetsweeper oh yeah! Oooh I like her, shake yo' rear You look nice who did yo' hair? Syke!!! Shorty over there look way better than you, I don't care Violator, I brought Chris Lighty with me I know he ain't seen a buzz this big since 50 I walk through the club let the liquor spill (Cris!!!) Your girl chasin me down with her high heels (Oops!) And I'm so glad I waited for a bigger deal Cause now I got the club on me like a steering wheel (Chorus) (Verse 2: Papoose) I got a damn good lawyer (Yeah!) the best management and the realest DJ on the streets (Drama King) So how the hell I'm 'gon lose O one of y'all dudes when the album drop I'm 'gon eat (Nacirema) You got the number one spot, really think you hot (Oh Yeah) then homeboy just don't blink (Don't sleep) When you open yo' eyes the game 'gon be mine And I'm a bring it back to the East (Let's Get it) Since the Touch It remix put the face to the voice The ladies love my style, they get moist (They wet) Chose with my mouth closed they ain't have a choice I came from the bottom but I Rose like Royce Man these boys can't mess with me on my worst day (Nope) So how the hell 'gon mess with me on my birthday (Yeah!) That's right, this is the day I was born The music is my mama, I'm the son of song (Chorus) (Verse 3: Papoose) Who's that with the Red Monkey Jeans? My shirt was made by Gino Green (Nice shirt) My j**els was made by David Bling (David) They call me the underground king Chain bling bling I'm the mainstream dream (Yeah) The Nacirema Dream you lames ain't seen I was in the club holdin my fifth tight, this dude keep grillin me I had to get right (What) Shorty her face, her a**, and her hips tight (Oooh) Took her to the Mariott had to get right Cutie the bomb she live in the beauty salon So her beauty is strong rockin like Louis Vuitton Cause these dudes never wanna see the new kid signed (No) They always wanna shine like the sun all the time Fall back you pa**ed yo' prime Even the sun gotta go down so we could see the moon shine (Chorus) (Outro: Papoose) Yeah! The East Coast get right! Yeah! The West Coast get right! Yeah! The dirty South get right! Busta Bus, Kay Slay Drama King, Streetsweepers, Violator, Flipmode, Sissy!!!!!!