Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Let's Get into Something, artist - Masta Killa. Date of issue: 31.12.2005
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Let's Get into Something |
| Kaboom, I came through the door |
| Never seen a girl like you before |
| Your eyes, your lips, your hair, your smile |
| Oh baby, I like your style |
| Huh, I just need a clue, to what a brother like me must do |
| The touch, the kiss, to hold, me with |
| Just get that thing started |
| Oh no doubt, I’m gon' love you right (no, no, no, no, no) |
| Woman so just cozy now |
| There when you need me to hold you tight |
| Never left stressed out, or in doubt (oh, no, no, no, no) |
| Well welcome to the world of the Real McCoy |
| Three times a man, never was a boy |
| Baby, we’re here doing nothing |
| We should be into something |
| I’m looking at you, you’re looking at me |
| It’s all good, girl, burn some weed |
| No need, you stand around fronting |
| Let’s go get into something |
| I’m crushing on you, you’re crushing on me |
| Let’s go kick and roll some trees |
| It’s so cool, I moved close to you |
| I begin to smell your sweet perfume |
| I smiled, said hi, y’all don’t, reply |
| I like it when they act too fly |
| Huh, all insecurities, could never discourage me |
| The smooth, finesse, I will, impress |
| Can’t help, but to, confess |
| I came here just to love you right (no, no, no, no, no) |
| Woman so just cozy now |
| There when you need me to hold you tight |
| Never left stressed out, or in doubt (oh, no, no, no, no) |
| Well welcome to the world of the Real McCoy |
| Three times a man, never was a boy |
| Baby, we’re here doing nothing |
| We should be into something |
| I’m looking at you, you’re looking at me |
| It’s all good, girl, burn some weed |
| No need, you stand around fronting |
| Let’s go get into something |
| I’m crushing on you, you’re crushing on me |
| Let’s go kick and roll some trees |
| Eh-yo, peace beautiful, here’s just a few lines |
| To let you know I was thinking, look I had a few drinks and |
| Then I lit a bone, thinking 'bout your skin tone |
| Pretty fat face, with your high cheek bone |
| I love to hear you moan, you know our phone conversation is grown |
| You sayin' «daddy come home», I’m all alone |
| Here staring at your picture, kind of hating, I miss ya |
| I soon come kiss ya pain and make it better |
| You dressed with my sweater, for the scent of your man |
| While I’m out hustlin', black gloves on my hand |
| My mind pan, pictures you in front of the fan |
| I know it’s been a little while since you felt my embrace |
| You miss daddy taste, you pace back and forth |
| In your Vicky thong lace, the anticipation is great |
| You can’t erase, the thought of my arrival |
| Feel the tingle, it’s the sensation |
| I be rubbing that, holding that, loving that |
| Girl, I know you like it like that |
| I’m looking at you, you’re looking at me |
| It’s all good, girl, burn some weed |
| I be loving that, holding that, squeezing that |
| Girl, what you gon' do? |
| I’m looking at you, you’re looking at me |
| It’s all good, girl, burn some weed |
| Baby, we’re here doing nothing |
| We should be into something |
| I’m looking at you, you’re looking at me |
| It’s all good, girl, burn some weed |
| No need, you stand around fronting |
| Let’s go get into something |
| I’m crushing on you, you’re crushing on me |
| Let’s go kick and roll some trees |