| Legendary Town shit though, boy
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| From the Ville to Seminary, nigga
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| Philthy, what’s happening, boy?
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| The Mekanix
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| Look, look, look
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| I got manpower like ant flowers (Sem City)
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| We was sellin' cocaine before the cam flowers (Off top)
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| We was sellin' heroin, now them Xans hotter
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| Dan dada, Gucci sweatsuits at the Porsche Tower
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| Zilla, I go hard in my Goyard
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| Real Ville nigga, all G’s on my report card (Field Boy)
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| I can paint a picture like Mozart that go dark
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| Slide on bitch niggas like go-karts, the flow spark
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| My son caught a double homi', got a cold heart
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| That phone call got him callin' shots from the foe yard
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| We vacuum seal it, then send this shit like a postcard
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| Cool bottle drip, they ride the wave like a coast guard (Touchdown)
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| Yes, Oakland vet', I was holdin' TEC’s
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| Slidin' a stolen Lex', sellin' crack soakin' wet
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| Field Boys pushin' that weight, nigga, like Soloflex
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| Stolen sets, I bought a tool to bust the Oakland TEC
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| The first on the West with that platinum grill like Big Pun
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| The first with the Rangers TVs, I made you get one
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| You ballin' on an income
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| I been stuntin' 20 years and then some
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| You better get up, get out, and get some, Zilla
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| You better get up, get out, and get some (Get some)
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| You better get up, get out, get some (Get some)
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| Get up, get out, get some (Get some)
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| You better get up, get out, get some (Get some)
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| Get up, get out, get some (Get some)
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| You better get up, get out, and get some (Get some)
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| Get up, get out, get some (Get some)
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| You better get up, get out, get some (Get some)
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| Uh-huh, look
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| Nothin' come to a sleepy nigga but a dream (Uh-uh)
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| Health is wealth, I had to fall back on the lean (I had to)
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| Runnin' up these M’s way more important (Ayy, run it up)
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| He from the neighborhood but he gettin' extorted (It's Philthy)
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| Thick bitch, ass fat so it’s pokin' out (Bitch)
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| I wasn’t jokin' back then, I ain’t jokin' now (Is that right?)
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| Took fifty thou' and opened up a clothing store (Chump change)
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| Ask you niggas' net worth, it ain’t more than four (It's Philthy)
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| You can flex on the 'Gram 'cause you gettin' scammed (Broke nigga)
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| I was eatin' good, nigga, when I was in the can (34 West)
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| Puttin' niggas in position so they can feed they family (Oh, I remember)
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| I seen niggas true colors, I guess I wasn’t family (It's Philthy)
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| Fifty pointers on this Dre Feddi tombstone (Ayy, rest in peace)
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| Bust down Submariner, no two-tone (Bust down)
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| Been playin' with this money way before you niggas (Sem City Money Man)
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| And it’ll get a nigga touched, don’t make me show you, nigga
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| It’s Philthy
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| You better get up, get out, and get some (Get some)
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| You better get up, get out, get some (Get some)
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| Get up, get out, get some (Get some)
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| You better get up, get out, get some (Get some)
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| Get up, get out, get some (Get some)
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| You better get up, get out, and get some (Get some)
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| Get up, get out, get some (Get some)
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| You better get up, get out, get some (Get some)
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| Dope boy, fresher than fresh
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| Rock out with my cock out, go dumb on the rest
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| Optimist in my prime, rest dressed to finesse
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| Catch a chick like a sign, let the ho do the rest
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| No, nigga, yes, rude boy contest
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| Close range headshot, shootin' that thing at his vest
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| Out here, boy, in the flesh, head up
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| Tacklin' practice, hittin' rappers, fuckin' it up
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| No punks, suckers get squashed and stepped on
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| Choppers come out to wake the game up, who slept on?
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| You step wrong, trick play mine, your leg gone
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| Go find another body to put a motherfuckin' head on
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| You dead and gone, when we be on, no turnin' off
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| Leavin' the scene cloudy, all that rubber we burnin' off
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| You dead and gone, when we be on, no turnin' off
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| Leavin' the scene cloudy, all that rubber we burnin' off
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| You better get up, get out, and get some (Get some)
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| You better get up, get out, get some (Get some)
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| Get up, get out, get some (Get some)
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| You better get up, get out, get some (Get some)
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| Get up, get out, get some (Get some)
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| You better get up, get out, and get some (Get some)
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| Get up, get out, get some (Get some)
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| You better get up, get out, get some (Get some)
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| I used to grind on the block |
| Four-eght slide, six-nine, sellin' rocks
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| High Street to Seminary, very scary
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| Bullet holes and bullets will fill the cemetery
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| The white fence, a little house on the fuckin' prarie
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| Nigga, we got on
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| Baby projects turfed up, nigga, hello
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| My neighbors shoot me but they call me Dru
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| My last name Down, it came with the town, woo
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| I carry the two-four-fives in my Levis
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| And I was only 15, nigga, knee high
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| And I’ll sting you like a bee out a beehive
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| Sometimes we on the news, Channel 2, we live
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| East Oakland where the tides be smokin'
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| Top show with a bad ho, break it up, po-po
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| And then we skeet-skrrt, back to the teaser
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| Where we get all the dough from the wheezer
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| And now I’m throwin' up the fingers in her thong
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| And I ain’t wavin' bye, sucker, this the five
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| And I’m a pimp, I don’t pimp 'til I pass out
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| Real nigga here, lil' boy, check the background
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| East Oakland
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| You better get up, get out, and get some (Get some)
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| You better get up, get out, get some (Get some)
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| Get up, get out, get some (Get some)
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| You better get up, get out, get some (Get some)
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| Get up, get out, get some (Get some)
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| You better get up, get out, and get some (Get some)
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| Get up, get out, get some (Get some)
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| You better get up, get out, get some (Get some) |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Get Some , by - Philthy Rich. Song from the album East Oakland Legend, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп