Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Count It Off, artist - Ms. Jade. Date of issue: 31.12.2001
Song language: English
Count It Off |
| The boys don’t think we can get down |
| Get down, get down, get down |
| Get down, get down, get down |
| Soul sisters (Yeah) |
| We been going for the okey dokey (Yeah) |
| The boys don’t think we can get down |
| Get down, get down, get down |
| Get down, get down |
| You best come on, get that ass swung on |
| When dem thags load on, nig-gas best hold on |
| Make sure it’s stick so Ricky ain’t droppin' Mickeys |
| My bitches puts on them quickies, and skirts gets the itchy |
| Pimpin' this game quickly, and brody and niggas quit me |
| For cat that talk iffy, get swung on like K. Griffey |
| They spit willie, though half of the bitches feel me |
| The other half is trashed, cuz words could never kill me |
| I got this thick, it’s ridiculous how I switch shit |
| Look who I’m with, 215 and Timbaland, bitch |
| Whether it’s friend or foe, Heiniken, Verde, Cris or Moe |
| I’m stackin' decimals, stoops, steps and best of yous |
| I write mine, like mine, now I gotta spark |
| All bite, no bark, play my damn part |
| I get inside you, show you how Philly bitches do |
| Pimp you, then I’ll get rid of you, I’ll shit on your whole crew |
| Now let me count it off, now let me count it off |
| Now let me count it off, now let me count it off |
| Hey you, blow your whistle, now let me count it off |
| Now let me count it off, now let me count it off |
| Hey you, blow your whistle, now let me count it off |
| Now let me count it off, now let me count it off |
| Hey you, blow your whistle, now let me count it off |
| Now let me count it off, now let me count it off |
| I know it’s rare, but niggas they feel me everywhere |
| I’m from the land of white tees, Vickie’s and Roca-Wear |
| NY guys spit at cats, do-rags |
| Pop it in turn it up, bang my shit in they Jags |
| I got dem niggas in LA crip walkin' in the truck |
| Atlanta, down south bamma’s, you know they get it crunk |
| Now I’ma float on, roll me somethin' to smoke on |
| You hope I go away, continue to get your hope on |
| Rap game, regardless I stack change |
| The same affect as the game |
| Ms. Jade is tha mutha-f-in' name |
| I got a L-O-C-K down the freeway, BK back up to Philly |
| Won’t stop 'til they kill me |
| I get it done, rap chicks see me and run |
| Only mixin' coke with the rum |
| Ain’t scared, niggas be bums |
| You wanna see me, beats fuck up ya hooptie |
| Suburbans, Benz or the two seats |
| Major numbers the first week |
| Now let me count it off, now let me count it off |
| Now let me count it off, now let me count it off |
| Hey you, blow your whistle, now let me count it off |
| Now let me count it off, now let me count it off |
| (Uh, come on with it, get down with it) |
| Hey you, blow your whistle, now let me count it off |
| Now let me count it off, now let me count it off |
| (Uh, come on with it, get down with it) |
| Hey you, blow your whistle, now let me count it off |
| Now let me count it off, now let me count it off |
| Yeah, it’s young Vito, voice of the young people |
| Roc C-E-O, hot piss for the P-O |
| I’m so trill, the wood pandlin', handlin' meals |
| Twenty inch jumpers from standin' on my wheels |
| They can’t understand it, god damnit, he’s ill |
| Everytime I drive, gotta prescribe ‘em for panic pills |
| I’m gigantic, the Titanic would never sink |
| Even with the band playin', before that happend, that man sprayin' (Buck!) |
| AR fifteens, Glocks and tecs |
| AK’s will pop, I bring ya all out the closet, girls |
| Niggas is homos really, but when they smokin' on purple |
| They get loco, but you know I know the drilly |
| It’s for these positions, that’s why I keep the biscuits |
| You ain’t Tony Sopranno, you pussy, sleep with the fishes |
| You know I’m reppin' from that 7−1-8 |
| Shots to you f-in' son, class over, lesson’s done |
| Hov'! |
| Now let me count it off, now let me count it off |
| Now let me count it off, now let me count it off |
| Hey you, blow your whistle, now let me count it off |
| Now let me count it off, now let me count it off |
| Hey you, blow your whistle, now let me count it off |
| Now let me count it off, now let me count it off |
| Hey you, blow your whistle, now let me count it off |
| Now let me count it off, now let me count it off |
| Soul sisters (Yeah) |
| We been going for the okey dokey (Yeah) |
| The boys don’t think we can get down |
| Get down, get down, get down |
| Get down, get down, get down |
| Soul sisters (Yeah) |
| We been going for the okey dokey (Yeah) |
| The boys don’t think we can get down |
| Get down, get down, get down |
| Get down, get down, get down |