Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Lets Get It On, artist - Junior M.A.F.I.A..
Date of issue: 30.04.2005
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Lets Get It On |
Yo, I call my connect, get it sent across the border |
Chop it up, bag it in bundles of all quarters |
I might just hold it and sell weight |
Have my shit pumpin all across the tristate |
Nigga I’ma gangsta, I’m the word to define great |
You’s a old-timer, you a hustler design late |
Shit, I got my own company, why should I hate? |
My paper long as fuck, high as a pie steak |
And my cell phone never ring, it just vibrate |
Did a couple years in the pen, I don’t sign state |
A nigga had a brick and the stash on the highway |
I’m always on time like Ja Rule and Ashanti |
Ya boy on the grind like it’s Friday to friday |
A nigga like me cherish days like I’m Sade |
No time for the bullshit, no time for the foul play |
Now I’ma boss, I’ma do this shit my way |
So nigga what you want? |
I got my own company, why should I hate? |
My paper long as fuck, high as Empire State |
And my cell phone never ring, it just vibrate |
Did a couple years in the pen, I don’t sign state |
I got my own company, why should I hate? |
My paper long as fuck, high as Empire State |
And my cell phone never ring, it just vibrate |
Did a couple years in the pen, I don’t sign state |
Yo, yo, I got that work that the Africans stepped on |
The pope blessed on, the 2 for 5's the whole hood slept on |
Dough kept growin', toes never got stepped on |
Nowadays, nigga recognized I’m a real don |
Since Big passed, is when the fame and the thrill’s gone |
Left 3 mill on the block, and I’m still on |
Niggas see my face when the real’s on |
I do the stealin, but I never get stoled on |
My life is like Cash Money bitch when I roll on |
And anytime I lay wit a bitch is wit no clothes on |
It’s hard doin' right, cuz all my life I did so wrong |
Pissed, I popped shit like Monica, I’m so gone |
After fame comes success, now that my team’s strong |
Nowadays, I don’t need a shoulder to lean on |
Just put me in the booth, give me a mic to scream on |
And any gun I pack got its infrared beam on |
So nigga what you want? |
I got my own company, why should I hate? |
My paper long as fuck, high as Empire State |
And my cell phone never ring, it just vibrate |
Did a couple years in the pen, I don’t sign state |
I got my own company, why should I hate? |
My paper long as fuck, high as Empire State |
And my cell phone never ring, it just vibrate |
Did a couple years in the pen, I don’t sign state |
I got my own company, why should I hate? |
My paper long as fuck, high as Empire State |
And my cell phone never ring, it just vibrate |
Did a couple years in the pen, I don’t sign state |
I got my own company, why should I hate? |
My paper long as fuck, high as Empire State |
And my cell phone never ring, it just vibrate |
Did a couple years in the pen, I don’t sign state |
Why should I hate |
High as Empire State |
It just vibrate |
I don’t sign state |