Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Get Down, artist - G-Unit.
Date of issue: 31.12.2007
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Get Down |
I run the show! |
No if’s, and’s or but’s about it |
Me fall off? |
Listen homeboy, I doubt it |
Me? |
I gets down, I get down (down, down) |
I get down, I get down (down, down) |
I get down, I get down (down, down) |
I get down, I get down (down, down) |
I spit it how I live it man they love it when I talk shit |
Not three, not two, I’m number one on the chart, bitch (yeah) |
Drama get to poppin' even when I don’t start shit |
I turn around there’s only two shells left in the cartridge |
My homies dumb out, my homies dumb out |
Find out what they 'bout, when the guns come out |
I got a shitty attitude 'cause I come from the bullshit |
Got the ammo on me now, nigga front I’ma pull this (OHH!) |
In the hood, you rat you die |
In the hood if you rap you die |
I’m out the hood gettin' fat and high |
Private jet, it’s time to fly |
Got the Rollie with the bezzy gettin' head in Dubai |
And my wolves come out when the moon comes up |
Before we take a hit, we roll that buddah |
Hydro and hash take me to the moon Alice |
I got bad aim but the beam’s on the ratchet, YEAH! |
I run the show! |
No if’s, and’s or but’s about it |
Me fall off? |
Listen homeboy, I doubt it |
Me? |
I gets down, I get down (down, down) |
I get down, I get down (down, down) |
I get down, I get down (down, down) |
I get down, I get down (down, down) |
Baby we’ll get lotto from Murciélago |
I race in my driveway, motherfuck the highway |
Niggas talk money just not around me |
I get the cheddar, ask Swizz, I blow the Parmesan cheese |
Like it really means nothin', 'cause it really means nothin' |
I’m not what you used to, I’m really not frontin' |
Tell the shorties I ain’t got time to talk, I’m trickin' |
I want what I want, and what I want I’m gettin' |
Uhh, forty thou' earlobe, .40 cal gripper |
That’ll make a girl out The Green Mile nigga |
In the street rapper, industry bully |
It’s cold, tees turn to rest-in-peace hoodies (uhh) |
I gets 'em out, my tricks playin' spades |
I swim in dime pussy, piss Rosé |
Unit rider, my clique don’t play |
I got a pocket full of green and my wrist all gray |
I run the show! |
No if’s, and’s or but’s about it |
Me fall off? |
Listen homeboy, I doubt it |
Me? |
I gets down, I get down (down, down) |
I get down, I get down (down, down) |
I get down, I get down (down, down) |
I get down, I get down (down, down) |
You know if God bless the child with so much swag |
Now what am I supposed to do with all this cash? |
Seats less pussy got, all that ass |
Shakin' it and wiggle, your skinny bitch mad, AHH! |
These niggas ain’t hot like we |
They don’t know how to rock the spot like me |
Smell like I just got out a brand new V |
My black ass fresh up out of Bentley C’s |
Work with me lil' mama, let’s get it |
Wanna take you down to the flo', shorty I’m with it |
I’m on that shit, we on that shit |
I ain’t on that rubber grip, nah nigga don’t trip |
I run the show! |
No if’s, and’s or but’s about it |
Me fall off? |
Listen homeboy, I doubt it |
Me? |
I gets down, I get down (down, down) |
I get down, I get down (down, down) |
I get down, I get down (down, down) |
I get down, I get down (down, down) |
Wind it up (wooo!) |
Wind it up (wooo!) |
Wind it up (wooo!) |
Hit the flo', flo' (wooo!) |
That flo', flo' (wooo!) |