Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song I'm A Go And Get My..., artist - Busta Rhymes. Album song Back On My B.S., in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.2007
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Universal Music
Song language: English
I'm A Go And Get My... |
Yeah, they call me P-Shake, I’m a number runner |
And I just wanna let you know I’m getting that Arab Money |
I’m getting that Chinese money |
I’m getting that motherfucking British Columbia money |
Nigga basically what I’m saying, your dollar ain’t shit! |
You feel me? |
And bullshit ain’t nothing but chewed up grass |
And that’s a big black ball that come out of a cow’s ass |
So the next time you see that annointed bitch you know |
Bend her, spin her, and go up in her, and let her know |
Bitch, there is no dinner |
These are the reasons and these are the numbers that I got for ya |
And it’s 13. 20. 27. 38 |
25, 27, 13, 20, 27th, 38's |
Doo doo do do dooooooo |
I’m a go and get my *25* over on *27* |
Be back in *13* minutes or even *20* |
Be back with *27* niggas with them *38's* |
Doo doo do do dooooooo |
See there was this situation with a couple niggas I was peeping |
The way they was moving analyzing the shit they was doing in the club Grilling |
and screwing they faces up |
Front like they chilling and moved a couple paces up, playing me close |
But I’m saying we most… ly be in a spot |
Celebrating something and probably making a toast |
Party till we probably shaking the coast |
And hardly ever start a problem unless you gotta |
I’m sayin we supposed to be enjoying ourself nigga |
Cause we entrepreneurs and gwop connoisseurs employing ourself nigga |
Exploiting my wealth with the company I’m keeping |
Until a hater came and got to annointing himself to be |
The one to come in it, and had a couple dudes to support him |
Acting all extra like he had the thing on him |
Then after we finish beating on him, now he know we ain’t playing |
That’s when he walked away saying |
Shit is really bug to me how some of these niggas they be coming |
And setting theyself up till you hit them and getting theyself up |
In these altercations they don’t really be needing |
Until it’s too late, then they realize that a body part is bleeding |
Instead of being out and enjoying the people |
They be acting all tough, yapping and bluffing instead of being peaceful |
These partially thugs be spreading like cancer |
Fronting like gangsters until you bust they head now they looking like dancers |
While they leaning and they rocking with after |
You could’ve avoided *BEEF!* The shit is annoying, *CHIEF* |
Cause now you got the bouncer stopping the door, killing |
Nobody else is getting in cause we mopping the floor with you |
Instead you could have came to party and BS and deaded the fronting |
Bag you a chick, while you sipping on something |
But instead you chose to do something that made us lump your shit up |
For playing, now what the fuck is he saying? |
Who did it? |
Which one of y’all niggas hit me in my motherfuckin. |
Where my earring at? |
Where my keys? |
Why y’all them niggas hit me in my motherfuckin jaw like that? |
Where my keys at? |
Where my shoe? |
I can’t find my shoe, you hit me in the jaw nigga? |
Is that the one? |
Nah, whassup though — how you doin? |
Which one of y’all niggas hit me in my jaw man? |
How y’all conceal it? |
Somebody go call my girl |
Somebody hit me in my jaw |
I got Medicade nigga that’s alright |
Y’all hit me in my motherfuckin jaw like that |
I tell y’all, y’all pussy, don’t feel it |
Nigga I got a brother that’s a Crip |
Nigga I got another brother that’s a Blood |
We gon' tear this motherfucker up y’all niggas hit |
Y’all done hit the wrong nigga now! |
Y’all hit the wrong nigga! |
Y’all gon' sit there and let. |
I’mma sue this club! |
I’m suin this muh’fuckin club cause y’all security guards |
Sit there and let them niggas jump on me like that! |
Bitch-ass… |