Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Just Get on Down (G-Shit), artist - Foesum. Album song Perfection, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 25.03.1996
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Tommy Boy
Song language: English
Just Get on Down (G-Shit) |
Bitch, where you at |
Baby, baby, just get on down |
Just get on down, just get on down |
Just get on down, just get on down |
Come take a trip with me to the Eastside |
With the homeys from the Foe love to whoo-ride |
Dippin, clownin, trippin and sparkin |
Sittin in the back with a cup of Remy Martin |
Bouncin in a 64, straight flexin |
Gold wide rims, candy paint will reflect shit |
Time to hit the cut so now you know |
I’m packin much heat from the west to the east coast |
So now I’m ready to ride, lets roll |
Floatin, coastin, 3 wheel motion |
Hittin every corner nigga when I dip |
I gotta hit a switch so I can make the ass lift |
16 switches front and back |
Crawlin sideways with my Chronic sack |
Rollin through the LBC wit a grip |
So listen to the Dubb as I flow with some G Shit |
Just get on down (just get on down) |
Just get on down (just get on down) |
Just get on down (just get on down) |
How do you shake baby |
Comin through the cut muthafuckaz get these |
Drop top Benz with the AMGs |
Hookin shit up, movin over the competition |
Listen, fools dont know I’m on a mission, dippin |
3 qualos deep with the beat |
As I floss up and down the street, so peep |
I got the chip in the Motorola flip |
G lock 19 if these fools wanna trip |
(do you see em) see em |
(spot em) T-Dubb should I get em |
(get em) got em |
Hang his ass up, break him down to a minimum |
Givin him no chance, I got the 9 to make his ass dance |
We bring him problems in 95 |
So break wide while my click’s hittin side to side |
Its unbelieveable the way we dip |
So just ride, as we demonstrate some G Shit |
Just get on down (just get on down) |
Just get on down (just get on down) |
Just get on down (just get on down) |
How do you shake baby |
Now I crawls in, slidin in a drop blue Regal |
Sittin on these 13 inch wheels |
Dippin cuz my homeboys got the hook up |
Hit the back streets, the police get shook up |
Stopped at the light, rolled a J of the indo |
Got the shit lit, rolled up the tinted window |
Smoke’s in the air so I’m buzzin |
And I got a grip in my pocket cuz I came up hustlin |
Rolled to the homey’s pad, shits on dank |
Grabbed the 40 ounce, took it straight to the neck |
Gettin fucked up fool, like an OG |
Standin 6 feet with the bald head and gold teeth |
Mob to the ride so me and the homey shake |
Got the nickel plated 45 tucked by my waist |
So if anything pops act like you didn’t see shit |
Or get that ass twisted cuz I’m kickin that G Shit |
Just get on down (just get on down) |
Just get on down (just get on down) |
Just get on down (just get on down) |
How do you shake baby |