Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Gotta Git Cha, artist - Lil' 1/2 Dead.
Date of issue: 31.12.1995
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Gotta Git Cha |
Yea, that nigga half dead in this mother fucker |
With my nigga chill |
We Going get you |
You know I got get cha cause I got get cha |
Going to get cha, gotta git cha cause I got get cha |
Nigga I see you sleeping, so I’m creeping |
On your Dayton’s cause you ain’t an G, like me young h. |
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That little gangsta coming from the l.b.c |
And he be straight jacking constantly |
I just took an coupe with the must to be (That's right) |
That nigga was trying to flow |
So I grabbed on his ass and his ass got toss, he loss |
His strap and his mother fucking jewels |
I looked in the rear view and said, O weezel |
I left the nigga lye straight in the street |
Hitting corners, straight mashing stuffing my heat in the seat |
We just banging and I’m hanging corners on his hundred stock torrents |
On the mission trying to get to the spot |
Cause I can up with some switches and the shit is hot |
Going get cha, rock me ha ya, ready to hit cha |
Mother fuckers best run and duck |
That nigga named chill is straight crazy as fuck |
Yea, I’m in the backing mother fuckers on they pockets |
False move take em off like an rocket |
Blowing nigga out of his socks |
Creeping off with the cooks and four four Glock |
Cock, niggas might be up the block |
But I’m ready to serve these punk ass fools like rocks (Got em fat) Im still on |
A mission, ski mask on you still know that you kissing |
Yall niggas better listen, I got the four four cannon |
Ready for some tripping, you probably trying to get me |
But this nigga never slipping from the c.p.t |
H.D put me down on the lick |
I rock house with an safe and a grip |
He know the chill got heat for days |
Didn’t give an damm about slay |
Down to ground, we don’t fuck around |
So meet me on the East part of town |
Cause nigga it’s going down |
Right now as I speak |
Bring your bullet proof and your largest heat |
And we can’t be beat |
Don’t worry about nottiy |
I got the four four and the slaw off fire |
And it about to get hot then the on the beach |
Let’s break off piece and than each |
And when it fun straight get pay |
Loc me and you will straight have it made |
You hit the part loc, I hit the back |
You get ends and I get the sack |