Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song We All Can Get It On, artist - Drag-On. Date of issue: 02.11.1998
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
We All Can Get It On |
| My gun, I aim lower |
| My words is a flame thrower |
| Watch me end yall with somthing, |
| that’ll make your skin crawl |
| Im only yae’tall, kay y’all? |
| But I lay down law |
| And I lay down y’all, so y’all better praise (a) the lord |
| No room to breath. |
| Knowin shh |
| And the shit I spit be red and orange |
| And yall going to have to call it in like bomb threats |
| Cuz I’m fire but, when I wet yall your gonna be drenched |
| Laid up with ten, cause when I pull it out |
| I pull in shouts like BLOW! |
| Damn that shit was loud! |
| See the crowd? |
| They all seek cover when they see that black rubber |
| Because this cat here, got no sisters or no brothers |
| It was one alone |
| Covered with shellack ready to die black |
| Lets talk about guns, and how y’all don’t bust none |
| Thease niggas here, y’all doing lest busting lot of ducking |
| Maybe a lot of fucking, cause all y’all bust is nuts |
| Just give me room, nobody move, or yall gonna hear the boom |
| If yall can get it on, then we can get it on We all can get it on… (x3) |
| FLAME-ON MUTHERFUCKERS (x2) |
| Ya niggaz packin gats and stones, frontin on your man’s phone |
| Ya niggaz missed the ride, cause this nigga make ya moan |
| Cause when I pull out its like AIDS, I make sure its full blown |
| And before the grief (kiss kiss), kiss him on both cheeks |
| Let him think theres peace |
| And give him somthing to remember |
| Corpse stiff, hands cold, and body temperature December |
| Sneakers off, closed casket, blew his cheek off |
| By the way be careful who you speak of Cuz I by the wall in the back, guaranteed and all that |
| While y’all in all black |
| When I leave the place, drop the reef, in his moms lap |
| Motherfuckers… soon as y’all think your beef is sweet |
| I’m gonna lay in the streets |
| and let y’all niggaz throw quarters on me Can you spare change for your life? |
| Change for what? |
| Thats when I pop up With somthing long, and put somthing in his ass like a thong |
| I dont know what you thought |
| I’m gonna do you like I do a Newport |
| In sec-onds kid, smoke it to Brownsville and step on it Hook |
| I’m straigh housing shit |
| Yeah, ya niggas is ballers |
| But I’m the nigga bouncin’it |
| if Ruff Ryders is announcing it Ya know we get down for it, want every ounce of it |
| I don’t care if it’s counterfeit, since this is music |
| how we sound with it? |
| Dont forget, we bust rhymes for it skip town for it, get under the ground for it So nigga, dont ignore it Unless your ass is deaf |
| this is gonna be your last breath |
| Your last S. and S. check |
| with your hands crossed over your chest |
| I dont give a fuck |
| what ever I gotta take care, I get it done |
| If its money, I owe nobody |
| Except a few hot ones |
| And if your 18 and under, this here’s your last test |
| And I’m gonna teach you in the class |
| with the past tense, lil bastards |
| C is for class or for casket. |
| So get your books up And if your doe is low, that C better mean for Cook Up Dont tell me that you shook up You know I keep my stacks tall |
| So that you gotta look up, and maybe we can hook up But you know what? |
| Then you woke up Some body smoked you smoke up You know what that mean |
| You broke, and you 'bout to get broke up Hook (out) |