Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Here We Go, artist - Grits. Album song The Art of Translation, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 05.08.2002
Record label: Gotee
Song language: English
Here We Go |
Well we’re going to play the cut right now |
And it’s a going to be a very, very big hit |
He feel it, she feel it, we feel it |
So round and round we go |
He feel it, she feel it, we feel it |
Aaaah, here we go |
He gon' get up, she gon' get up, we gon' get up |
Lockin' down the joint til the playa haters shut up |
Take you to outer limits flawless with no gimmicks |
Imitate but can’t get it |
Aaaah, here we go |
My brain pattern skip a jiggawatt |
No more room in the pan I cook up rhymes in a bigger pot |
On a roll, what you figure got |
Tricks up my sleeve you won’t believe |
My story lead to a thicker plot |
Words leap off the pages, hop on stages |
We crazy, need to be locked in cages |
Raah you feel it |
Yeah I’m light skinned vanilla |
Comin atcha like a pack of gorillas |
Whole planet gon' ape |
Understand from afar Nashville to the lone star state |
Relate (uh), indicator instilled in me by men greater |
This where you belong strong you gon' be great |
Flaunt clout with a scream and a shout, cast out doubt |
Fast like a gun blast drawn out |
The sounds in leaps and bounds |
Flush out clowns creeps and Hounds |
Foxes and wolves in sheep’s gowns |
He feel it, she feel it, we feel it |
So round and round we go |
He feel it, she feel it, we feel it |
Aaaah, here we go |
He gon' get up, she gon' get up, we gon' get up |
Lockin' down the joint til the playa haters shut up |
Take you to outer limits flawless with no gimmicks |
Imitate but can’t get it |
Aaaah, here we go |
I was born in the cold |
Moved to the heat |
Got used to the flame |
Now I spit it on beat |
I was raised in the womb |
Groomed by Christ |
With a gift to raise souls from the tomb |
Please don’t assume |
We ain’t tryna take the slot |
Blow the spot |
Worldwide still parta the plot |
Everybody talkin' bout changin' the game |
But everything I hear y’all soundin' the same |
From the beats to the videos, clothes and looks |
Same concept for your flows and hook |
See these 'round here they can raise the dead |
So come on everybody now bob your head |
Y’all need this, heed these words to the wise |
Rhymes so meaty like jambalaya |
Got truth for hire |
Can you stand the fire |
To see you come alive that’s my desire, now |
He feel it, she feel it, we feel it |
So round and round we go |
He feel it, she feel it, we feel it |
Aaaah, here we go |
He gon' get up, she gon' get up, we gon' get up |
Lockin' down the joint til the playa haters shut up |
Take you to outer limits flawless with no gimmicks |
Imitate but can’t get it |
Aaaah, boy looka here |
Have you ever heard a dead man talk before |
You ever seen a dead man walk before |
You ever heard dead man lock the flo' |
Like these before |
We raised the quo |
Now my time flip make time change |
You knew another record would hit |
Explode and make your brains hang |
Peep my language of my dialect |
Circulate like a boomerang |
Man what did you expect |
He feel it, she feel it, we feel it |
So round and round we go |
He feel it, she feel it, we feel it |
Aaaah, here we go |
He gon' get up, she gon' get up, we gon' get up |
Lockin' down the joint til the playa haters shut up |
Take you to outer limits flawless with no gimmicks |
Imitate but can’t get it |
Aaaah, here we go |
Aaah, here we go |