Lyrics Bobby & Whitney (Get It) - Jarren Benton, Elz Jenkins

Bobby & Whitney (Get It)

Ride around in my side of town
I’m Whitney Houston and Bobby Brown
4AM and it’s going down
No one make a move and no one make a sound, 'bout to
Get it, get it, get it, get it, get it, get it
Get it, get it, get it, get it, get it, get it
All day gon' hit it, I’m 'bout to
Get it, get it, get it, get it, get it, get it
Get it, get it, get it, get it, get it, get it
All day, all night, nigga I’mma get it
I might tell the bitch I love her but no I don’t trust a hoe (I don’t trust a
hoe)
Are they real sisters?
I don’t care, so I fuck 'em both (so I fuck 'em both)
My childhood was no reflection of the show 'bout the Huxtables (no Huxtables,
nigga)
Niggas started getting money, now we getting comfortable (too comfortable)
All they still sending shots like they did Big and Pac (blaow, blaow, bloaw)
I’m a gluten want it all, yea baby I need a bigger spot (I need a bigger spot)
I’mma get rich, I’mma die rich, yea nigga watch (yea nigga watch)
Brass-knuckle-Benton baby, yea I’m so unorthodox (unorthodox)
Get my feet on the table when I’m at the meeting at the corporate spot (at the
corporate spot)
Ain’t no justice for a nigga so we go and slaughter cops (go and slaughter cops)
Young nigga tryna make a way, so they hit the block (so they hit the block)
Flick the wrist and stir the pot, call the boy Sir Mix-A-Lot (Sir Mix-A-Lot,
Mix-A-Lot)
I ain’t want to see my nigga laying stiff up in the box (Rest In Peace nigga)
She gon' give me raw head while I’m sitting in the drop (sitting in the drop)
Living my life like a nigga 'bout to die any minute (any minute)
Bounce back from the bullshit now I’m 'bout to get it (get it)
Ride around in my side of town
I’m Whitney Houston and Bobby Brown
4AM and it’s going down
No one make a move and no one make a sound, 'bout to
Get it, get it, get it, get it, get it, get it
Get it, get it, get it, get it, get it, get it
All day gon' hit it, I’m 'bout to
Get it, get it, get it, get it, get it, get it
Get it, get it, get it, get it, get it, get it
All day, all night, nigga I’mma get it
(Jenkins!)
Young nigga needed money so a nigga went and got it (so I went and got it)
Trapping hard then I’m trapping hard, still I went to college (Ion lie though)
Time it hard, nigga you in charge, what you do for profit?
(what you do for
profit?)
Grabbing the K with the silencer, I hope you do the knowledge (pow, pow, pow)
Kicking, going through the back, yea
Plan on let a nigga go?
No
Tell them point ya to the safe, yea
Time up, hit the door, go
Bag up, money bag, yea
Go with plenty niggas, shot up plenty niggas
Tell them die then play it back, damn
Realest in the city, trillest in the city
Tell them niggas play it back, damn
We them niggas putting on (on)
Ain’t nobody put us on (no)
Proud and independent
got an engine riding 'round in my zone (woo)
Shoot a snitch like a camera man
On the roll
We ain’t friends, niggas just scared to be enemies (enemies, enemies)
Switch sides like cross-fade, no friend of me (no friend of me, friend of me)
Sipping, sipping, like 2Pac, need Hennessy (Hennessy)
Lord I’m a sinner, I do it again, you forgiving me?
(Bow our heads)
Ride around in my side of town
I’m Whitney Houston and Bobby Brown
4AM and it’s going down
No one make a move and no one make a sound, 'bout to
Get it, get it, get it, get it, get it, get it
Get it, get it, get it, get it, get it, get it
All day gon' hit it, I’m 'bout to
Get it, get it, get it, get it, get it, get it
Get it, get it, get it, get it, get it, get it
All day, all night, nigga I’mma get it