Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song I Get Down Like That , by - Redman. Release date: 10.06.2012
Song language: English
I Get Down Like That |
| Aiyooo, I drops the science when I’m smoking the spliff |
| Because i be that type of nigga that be fucking yo' bitch |
| I spit back to back on will still like Ron G |
| While the Bom-zee got me and Keith on Dom P |
| Now who’s next to test that funk doctor Joe Pesc' |
| Make shot’s rain out your vest and your hoes rest |
| I smash the butter-est, emcee, but cool with smotherers |
| Your guzzling, the Aqua-boogie 'till your bubblin' |
| You drown in my funk doc aqueduct’s |
| If their’s more rocks to crush |
| Then there’s more cop’s to bust |
| That’s the hood rule |
| If it’s understood, cool |
| Whichever him or her? |
| Choose emcee i’ll remove |
| I chill the fuck off when my cup runeth over |
| With Chandon i rhyme to blow your composure |
| Hit ya, wit' the, shit kodak couldn’t picture |
| Flip a verse make crews-a disperse real quick-er! |
| Now who’s the nicest on the mic baby pa-rsnip |
| I’m that crazy raw |
| That you’ve been begging for |
| Hi-ho silver, |
| I kills, I thrills I |
| You can feel the real my skills appeal the |
| Nigga, I get swifter when i swigger, Old E |
| My styles tight like rims on vigors, It’s the |
| Funk Doctor spock and I’m breaking |
| Buy a new car and watch the Jersey nigga’s take 'em |
| «How you get down?» |
| I get down like that |
| «How you get down?» |
| I get down like that |
| «How you get down?» |
| I get down like that |
| Fake motherfuckers get dropped to the mat |
| You better realize, analyze, recognize that I’m |
| The bomb ass motherfucker that sport Timber-linds |
| The blacker the berry sweeter the juice, yeah true |
| But when I’m through they be like «Are you in there, boo?» |
| I’ll never rock the cradle, I’m about getting paper |
| I’ll rape ya, for ya style, make my connect fatal |
| Straight blows after blows, I’m constant with bomb shit |
| Make them nonsense emcees wonder who my moms is |
| The Funk Doctor Spock, better known as Reggie Noble |
| You wanna heat shit up but nigga I’m already smokin' |
| I split the back of emcees like phillies |
| And if he out the crap than make them go multi-milly |
| Total concentrations on the mic and the money |
| I’m the type to get blunted and roll dice on a sunday |
| Why don’t you stick out your tongue and say «uhh» |
| And you’ll be happy going down like J. Blige |
| I take tokes, of the bombazee smoke |
| Get your nose broke |
| If your slippin' like the Pocono’s slopes |
| I rang out shots from my mouth a lot |
| Like a thousand Glocks, pop a thousand watts |
| On your housing block, Akh! |
| I got the weed by the stash! |
| «How you get down?» |
| I get down like that |
| «How you get down?» |
| I get down like that |
| «How you get down?» |
| I get down like that |
| Fake motherfuckers get dropped to the mat |
| It’s R-O-Z the new kid on the scene |
| Flow catching more vibes than B.L.S in the magazine |
| I got it, locked with each release drop I be milk like pormela |
| Or the nine-five Shock, straight from Jersey, Newark I represent |
| To the fullest extent, I get bent in basements |
| And run shit, baby sis shoot the gift |
| Puff a choc and skunk mix, wylin out on this |
| Ain’t nothing you can do, when I scream on you |
| We run through crews like dress rehearsal |
| We represent peace to niggas on street, and the niggas and the bitches that |
| flip keys |
| The badder the beats, the badder the badder freaks |
| I have to keep the weed and Rat-tat-tat-er stashed in the jeeps |
| And I, smoke the lye, whoever were to die |
| Because i never seen a man high, until he hit Red lye |
| Plus, my bag of vocal dust bust |
| All you fake Emcees want to be down with us |
| I’m leaving no witness |
| To this, physical fitness |
| This is for the REAL |
| Niggas and bitches |
| Hot as |
| Made a pit stop at your penelope |
| Now i’m locked down for jayo felony |
| HAH! |
| We knock crews off mad |
| «How you get down?» |
| I get down like that |
| «How you get down?» |
| I get down like that |
| «How you get down?» |
| I get down like that |
| Fake motherfuckers get dropped to the mat |
| With the dick up in your mouth |
| Def Squad hit’s your ass two times |
| While I’m on the mic busting my rhymes |
| Peace to 07 103 back to New Jersey back to Brooklyn (Brooklyn) All the niggas |
| that be shooked in |
| Suck my dick one time, Suck my dick one time |
| Def Squad is in the house! |
| Suck my dick one time |
| Peace to niggas in Cleveland |
| Peace to all my niggas in the Chi town |
| Peace to all my niggas in Atlanta |
| Peace to all my niggas in Virginia |
| Peace to all my niggas up in Jersey |
| Peace to all my niggas in the Ill town |
| Peace to all my niggas up in Newark too |
| This is how we do we run right through |
| Peace to Brooklyn, peace to Uptown, peace to Queens |
| You know what I mean back to the Bronx |
| Leave you stomped, that ain’t no calm |
| Word is bond, I be romping stomping |
| Just like I was bumping of the funk set |
| Funkdocter Spock left your brain wet |
| Def Squad is in the house dick up in yo mouth |
| DJ Twins Hahaha my nigga haha |