| We came here tonight to get loose
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| So before we leave we got to lift you
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| Higher than you ever been before, forget roof
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| Cause the world on fire, the girl on fire
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| Get loose, get loose, get loose, c’mon
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| When you’re on the cross you against the wall
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| A-waitin for more
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| Won’t give a single dance
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| I seen it all before
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| But one day you’ll find you should lose your mind
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| You can wait in self-control
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| Intoxicate yourself
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| Now get out on the floor
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| Get loose
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| So ma let you get a peek like a booth for 40 deuce
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| Knew the D make her freeze, she lookin for an excuse
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| To get loose, match the purse with the shoes, c’mon
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| You spit game, think she leavin wit’chu, yeah right
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| They sip Goose with the juice, spit the truth, c’mon
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| And get loose, get loose, get loose, c’mon
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| Now you might have a shot in the dark, if you play your cards right
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| If not it’s a long hard night
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| Now, what can you say to get her to leave wit’chu?
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| Got her in your sight, you a heat-seekin missile
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| Spot her in the light, you wish you could be alone
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| Music in the back act like your theme song
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| You hate how it all sound like a ringtone
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| But when it come on in the club you sing along
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| She got one or two friends, bring 'em along
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| Un-less they wanted to, leave 'em alone
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| Get loose, get loose, get loose, c’mon (get loose)
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| Get loose, get loose, get loose, c’mon
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| Get loose, get loose, get loose, c’mon (get loose)
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| Get loose, get loose, get loose, c’mon
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| Aiyyo call the fire department cause the blaze has started
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| You ain’t hot cause you flame retardant
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| I’m 'bout to hang up like a famous artist, in the Kweli museum
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| E’rybody feel him, can’t nobody see him
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| Can’t nobody be him, try as they might
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| But now it’s dead, I defy afterlife
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| I spit in the face of the reaper as I address my wounds
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| Frontin for the chicks like Judy Blume
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| The dudes soon follow, they all sound recycled like bottles, cans
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| That’s why I see through 'em like Hollow Man
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| They softer than model hands, no competition
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| Cause they flow not sufficient, they get thrown out the kitchen
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| Cause they can’t take the heat, my throat is a flamethrower
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| Kweli and Tone ain’t playin, it’s game over
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| You could write it up, in the history books (look it up)
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| Or how they light it up, set it on fire, what? |
| Fire it up!
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| Oh word, once again like
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| Let’s get a peek like a booth for 40 deuce
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| Knew the D make her freeze, she lookin for an excuse
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| To get loose, match the purse with the shoes, c’mon
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| You spit game, think she leavin wit’chu, yeah right
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| They sip Goose with the juice, spit the truth, c’mon
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| And get loose, get loose, get loose, c’mon
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| Now you might have a shot in the dark, if you play your cards right
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| If not it’s a long hard night
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| Now, what can you say to get her to leave wit’chu? |
| (let's go!)
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| Got her in your sight, you a heat-seekin missile (let's go!)
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| Spot her in the light, you wish you could be alone
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| Music in the back act like your theme song
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| You hate how it all sound like a ringtone
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| But when it come on in the club you sing along
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| She got one or two friends, bring 'em along
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| Un-less they wanted to mess, leave 'em alone
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| Oh that’s how we do
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| This is how we do it in the 'Natti
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| Ay, Brooklyn stand up!
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| The definition of revolution, revolution is
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| Reality, Equality, Victory, Ovaries, Lexus, Über, Twitter, Internet, Outerspace,
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| Neverland
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| All the revolution is
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| Rihanna Eats Veggies On Leather Underwear Tuesdays In Other Nations
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| I could do this shit all day for you motherfuckers |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Get Loose, artist - Talib Kweli. Album song Revolutions Per Minute, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп