Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Lets Get That, artist - Chamillionaire. Album song Ammunition, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 19.03.2012
Record label: chamillitary
Song language: English
Lets Get That |
Yeeeaaaah! |
You gotta have «Ammunition»… |
Plenty of it… silencers… rapidfire! |
LET’S GET IT! |
Just give it to homes in different locations, |
Just make one a little more spacious; |
And two rollies dipped in gold faces, |
And two girls that’s known to switch places! |
Ready? |
Let’s get that! |
Let’s get that! |
— Let's go! |
Lemme know if you with that! |
You with that? |
— Let's go! |
Just give me two yellow bones with cute faces, |
Gotta be bad can never be basic! |
TV screens is looking like «Matrix», |
Cars so fast, the police can’t chase it! |
Ready? |
Let’s get that! |
Let’s get that! |
— Let's go! |
Lemme know if you with that! |
You with that? |
— Let's go, we can get it now! |
See? |
Everybody act like they the man to watch, |
But I don’t even see 'em runnin’half the block! |
Influenced by the Michael Watts and Rapalots, |
I won a Grammy and I still ain’t-took-it-out the box! |
When-I-was-comin'-up, I never had a lot! |
So now I want it all, I gotta have ya spot! |
Now everybody actin’like it’s candy drops, |
But they bitin’like when Tyson and Evander box. |
Oh, well-I-still-will-ride-fresh switch 'Lacs every season, |
Kick a door down my raps what they needin'. |
Couple bad women that’ll pledge their allegiance, |
Never broke hoes, coach bags are deceivin'! |
Two straps on me, never-dealin'-with-a pat down |
While-I'm-walkin'-to-the-private-jet in the background! |
I ain’t see a throne, that’s why I never sat down! |
Pass-it-to-the-king like cats out in Sac-Town! |
No Demarcus, I don’t give a damn, it’s no instagram, I’m just into Cham'! |
Open hands and then enter grands; |
anythin’I got, I’m gon’get again! |
Killin’all y’all, tell me what do y’all call! |
Bad-guy-that-never-pass! |
I’m-the-villain-ball-hog! |
You on the come up but I’m playin'"duck hunt", |
When I put my guns up, that’s the day that y’all fall! |
You ain’t playin’in the game; |
you a lame, you a mascot! |
Always-tryna-criticize the things that we rap 'bout, |
While-I'm movin'-like-a-pair-of-J's on the blacktop; |
You don’t run a thing but out of space on your laptop! |
I’m a-start-a-tab my change never max out |
Main broke rapper, main one pullin’cash out! |
I’m a-have-yo'-woman on swangs in my Lac drop. |
You don’t like it? |
You-can-catch-a-fade like a flat top. |
Lame get a name, y’all lames tell 'em: «That's hot! |
«Not me! |
I-say-I-never-bought-it, boy! |
I’m-comin'-for-the-money like an auditor, |
Look how I murdered everybody that-you-thought-was-raw! |
It don’t mean that you made it if you on a tour; |
You’re not a headliner if you’re on a four! |
Anybody got beef, I’m a carnivore, |
Don’t-make-me-rain-on-your-parade like it’s Mardi Gras! |
Not Mardi Gras, it’s not February! |
Not January, it’s Ben &Jerr! |
Mixed with some liquor, it’s a Bloody Mary; |
such a nasty flow it’s unsanitary! |
Gettin’motion sickness cause I roll the sickest |
On the road to riches and you know the bidness; |
Cause the flow is vicious, you supposed to witness; |
When-I-get-it, I’m a-be-like: «What I told you, snitches? |
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Shoow tiiime! |
(shoooow tiiiiiime!) Turn dooooown theee liiiights, |
it’s shoow tiiiiime! |
(damn riiiight!) |
And this woooorld iiiis miiiiine, no liiiieeee! |
(noooo liiiieeee!) |
Turn uuuup theee briiiights an’let’s shiiiiine, (aaaaaal-riiiiight!) |
Cause this woooorld iiiis miiiiine, hmmmmm! |
Should never be a question in your mind about it! |
Stay loaded! |
Chamillitary! |
See? |
You call it motivation… |
I call it… «Ammunition»! |