Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Trying to Get at You , by - 8Ball & MJG. Release date: 03.10.2005
Song language: English
Trying to Get at You |
| Bad Boy, baby |
| Ball and G |
| (Yeah) |
| You ready? |
| (Some of that ghetto love shit) |
| Come on, let’s go |
| Smash with my niggas, you know how we do |
| Flippin' through the hood, that’s when I bumped into you |
| At the car wash jumpin' out your E-Class |
| Petite frame with your little round fat ass |
| 10 ½ for your eyes and your pretty toes |
| I wanna know you but I heard you got a nigga though |
| Anyway, I’ma spit it like I know that you with it |
| My windows are tinted so he won’t know that you in it |
| We can cruise the city and get the car weed scented |
| Drink a Hen, open up and let your boy squeeze in it |
| A G for real I never played those games |
| Wanna get in your brain, put some ice in your chain |
| You can stay with your mayne, act a fool and complain |
| Come and get with your boy, we just hang and bang |
| That’s the business but you don’t want a nigga like me |
| You want a weak ass nigga just pretendin' to be |
| I wish I would’ve said somethin' |
| That would’ve made you stopped walkin' |
| How can I let you know, girl |
| I’m trying to get at you, baby |
| (Can I talk to you?) |
| And instead of trying to step on you |
| I let another nigga up on you |
| How can I let you know, girl |
| I’m trying to get at you, baby |
| (Baby, I’m trying to get to you) |
| Baby, you need a hard leg, a straight nigga with no sugar |
| One that won’t play no games and give it to you |
| In the buck, doggystyle, the whole mile |
| Mix it up, with the new and the old style |
| Ain’t you tired of your man hangin' up at your job |
| Followin' you 'round, talkin' 'bout you breakin' his heart? |
| You too pretty, to have a nigga prettier than you |
| You need a cut-throat nigga, baby, tell you the truth |
| I’m MJG, and I ain’t tryin' to stay in your face |
| Or crowd your space or try to get a key to your place |
| I got my own spot, shit, but we gon' hit the hotel-ly |
| I can’t take you to my spot until I know that you’re ready |
| See, I ain’t the one to fall in love just in a week |
| Take out all my money then go invest in a freak |
| I see something I like, baby, can I just get a number? |
| Don’t worry 'bout the stress and the pressure he got you under |
| I wish I would’ve said somethin' |
| That would’ve made you stopped walkin' |
| (Made you stop walkin', girl) |
| How can I let you know, girl |
| I’m trying to get at you, baby |
| (Girl, I’m trying to get to you) |
| And instead of trying to step on you |
| I let another nigga up on you |
| How can I let you know, girl |
| I’m trying to get at you, baby |
| (Baby, I’m trying to get to you) |
| Look, if your boy calls, tell him that you’re rollin' with your girls |
| Tell him y’all shoppin', you gon' meet him at the crib |
| Really I’ma have you somewhere diggin' in your ribs |
| Pullin' off the rubber and shootin' it on your lips |
| Dream about the day when I can hold your hips |
| Wanna spoil you and tell niggas you my bitch |
| See, you got a nigga, I don’t wanna see y’all split |
| The real nigga in me make a nigga do that shit |
| You’re listenin' to your friends again, oh no |
| Why you wanna take advice from them? |
| They solo |
| I’m the one that put the spark in your life, all night |
| And all day, so motherfuck what they all say |
| Tell 'em MJ said it and MJ done it |
| Shot straight into your life like Haley’s Comet |
| Eliminated them other cats who wanna run it |
| Keep the bullshit, we’ll take you away from it |
| I wish I would’ve said somethin' |
| That would’ve made you stopped walkin' |
| (Made you stop walkin', girl) |
| How can I let you know, girl |
| I’m trying to get at you, baby |
| (I'm trying to get to you) |
| And instead of trying to step on you |
| I let another nigga up on you |
| How can I let you know, girl |
| I’m trying to get at you, baby |
| (How can I let you know? Oh…) |
| Can I talk to you? |
| I really wanna meet you, girl |
| I really wanna know your name, oh |
| Sing it again, one more time |
| Can I talk to you? |
| I really wanna meet you, girl |
| I really wanna know your name, oh |
| Ball and G, 112, Bad Boy |
| Drum Majors, I see you |
| I like this right here |
| Let’s go |