Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Getcha Getcha, artist - Nelly.
Date of issue: 21.11.2005
Song language: English
Getcha Getcha |
Ho, hey |
I see the band played on |
And they were singin' my song |
I see the band played on |
And they were singin' my song |
I see the band played on |
And they were singin' my song |
I see the band played on |
And they were singin' my song |
Watch the band play on |
I got them folks on the left, man they going like, ho |
I got them folks on the right, and they be screaming like, hey |
I got them folks in the back, man they be yelling like, ho |
I got them folks down front, waving they hands like, hey |
What we gonna do about the middle, man? |
Ho |
They get it swinging, juke jumping, a little man, hey |
I’m from the middle man, watch dirty entertain, ho |
Capacity ten thousand, we packed the whole thing, hey |
To get the spot leaning that’s what we trying for |
We all we got, that’s why we rhyme so |
I feel we the best, no sense in lying though |
Now, all together, watch the whole crowd go |
I’m just a dirty from the Lou, I got a whole lot of, ho |
Smoking on some shit from a barn they call, hey |
I don’t pay for no pussy, I try to stay away from, ho |
If I do pay for something, you know what I’m on |
I see the band played on |
And they were singin' my song |
I see the band played on |
And they were singin' my song |
I see the band played on |
And they were singin' my song |
I see the band played on |
And they were singin' my song |
Watch the band play on |
I get a hundred-fifty though to make the crowd go, ho |
I might fly by you in that Diablo, hey |
I’m leaving St. Louis, smashing that throttle, ho |
In three hours flat, I hit Chicago, hey |
Black stacks and 'Lacs, it’s what I earned so far, ho |
This copycatting thing is going too far, hey |
Cheefing, reefing, no more burning the 'gar, ho |
Sipping Pinot Bridgio while I’m churching at bars, hey |
Derrty ENT screaming at our show, ho |
I’m catching to freak something to die for, hey |
I stick twenty, twenty-four, that’s how high I go, ho |
And smoke like a chimney, puffing that hydro, hey |
Now, every time I’m up on that stage, somebody screaming, ho |
Every time that my back is turned, somebody saying, hey |
When I’m up in the club, it’s so easy to get a, ho |
But I’d rather get a young lady that’s cool with the |
I see the band played on |
And they were singin' my song |
I see the band played on |
And they were singin' my song |
I see the band played on |
And they were singin' my song |
I see the band played on |
And they were singin' my song |
Watch the band play on |
I’m sick of wannabe gangsters that be pretending they not a, ho |
Talking behind your back, but when they see you they like, hey |
I don’t pay no attention, I’m only there to steal your, ho |
And I ain’t got to like your ass, I’ll still smoke your, hey |
No music, no weed, what should we ride for? |
Ho |
We roll with them Twista like we Chicago, hey |
Shout out to OPEC rolls up the five four, ho |
The streets of St. Louis call it survival, hey |
Your game ain’t tight, no you ain’t pimping kin, ho |
You see the Cutlass Supreme I’m sitting in? |
Hey |
Lime green chinchilla, ooh, that’s a different skin, ho |
Where I’m from, we wear blue and gold like we Michigan, hey |
I know you a lady but tonight, can you be a? |
ho |
Is that your man chasing you down, behind you yelling, hey |
He cussing like a motherfucker, calling her a, ho |
She asking me what she should do, I just look like |
I see the band played on |
And they were singin' my song |
I see the band played on |
And they were singin' my song |
I see the band played on |
And they were singin' my song |
I see the band played on |
And they were singin' my song |
Watch the band play on |
And they were singin' my song |
I see the band played on |
And they were singin' my song |
I see the band played on |
And they were singin' my song |
I see the band played on |
And they were singin' my song |
Watch the band play on |
Ho, hey |
Ho, hey |
Ho, hey |
Ho, hey |