Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Come Get It, artist - DJ HurricaneDate of issue: 09.10.2000
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Come Get It |
| Land-Lord, up in the house *COME GET IT* |
| Rah Digga, up in the house *COME GET IT* |
| Rampage, up in the house *COME GET IT* |
| What? |
| Baby come get it (Rah: What? Nigga come get it) |
| Chorus: Lord Have Mercy, Rah Digga |
| L: Turn the heat up |
| Cause we about to creep up *COME GET IT* |
| L: It’s off the meter |
| Plus we tear the street up *COME GET IT* |
| R: Ladies G’d up, what? |
| Don’t smoke the weed up *COME GET IT* |
| L: What? |
| Baby come get it (Rah: What? Nigga come get it) |
| Check it, I come in sweeter than La Femme Nikita |
| Be all up in your hood like I’m a C&C two liter |
| The little honey that be doin her she thing |
| On some Mya shit, like «It's All About Me» see? |
| I bleed things, blunt slicer on my keyrings |
| Bra top, lots of G-strings, havin weed dreams |
| I’d be Queen if this the 1900's |
| Cause niggas gon get it, and E’RYBODY want it |
| I’m totin bags, eyes redder than a photo lab |
| The spins on your single, won’t even top my promo ad |
| Hard drops quicker than jackers at the car lots |
| Couldn’t get no harder if you went to School of Hard Knocks |
| The grimy bitch, sometime be punchliney bitch |
| So don’t make me go there! |
| (*starts singing to «The P is Free"*) |
| Because the groupies are free, but the rhymes cost money. |
| OH YEAH! |
| All my Flipmode niggas just bounce to this |
| All my Rampage niggas just bounce to this |
| All my Hurricane niggas just bounce to this |
| All my niggas if you with me just, bounce with this |
| Okay, this is how it goes, pimpin all you, hoes |
| Catch em outside the shows, time to get the dough |
| Up in the studio, smokin the hydro |
| Writin the hot shit, you waitin for me to go |
| Threw on the Ram' bounce, just shakin yo' ass yo |
| Bump this in your Lex Coupe or your Expo' |
| Flipmode Squad, we the ones in them videos |
| Catch us with the fly shit, but you don’t hear me doe |
| Rampage, professional, just move your feet |
| We bout to make you do the jerk, get out your seats |
| Seven days a week and we the Squad that don’t sleep |
| Catch me in the street I’m on the midnight creep, so what? |
| I walk the path, that Allah made, +Smooth+, like Sade |
| Got pickup trucks -- high-beam with the fog rays |
| International capital, checks cashed in full |
| Damage your hood, natural, spend grands for goods |
| Traditional niggas know -- scream on these players like |
| DJ call in some mo', invincible pretty flow |
| Grammar God, swing like gold from Panama |
| Twenty-four carat charms, with smooth cuts like Sarah Vaughn |
| Here we go, here we go -- attitude |
| Spit the vocals hotter than soul food from Baton Rouge |
| Come, sharp-tongued like Malcolm, on any album |
| Some got chrome like Sly Stone, what you about son? |
| Here it is, here it is -- handcraft the raw |
| Who the boss? |
| Human torch any Fantastic Four |
| Player, I be a point guard, controllin things |
| In the 4th quarter, it’s all water like Poland Spring |
| DJ Hurricane in the place baby c’mon |
| Flip--mode, up in the spot baby c’mon |
| Ram--page, up in the place baby c’mon |
| Rah, Digga up in the house baby c’mon |
| Lord Have Mercy in the place baby c’mon |
| Busta Rhymes is in the house baby c’mon |
| Whylin out, for the night yeah c’mon |
| Hollis crew, represent baby c’mon |
| DJ Hurricane represent baby c’mon |
| All the ladies c’mon, shake it baby c’mon |
| All the females c’mon, shake it baby c’mon. |