| Yeah, YEA!
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| Stat Quo (Stat Quo) Doc Dre (Doc Dre)
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| I represent the A-Town, A-Town
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| Ay, ay, ay, ay
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| I’m comin from the A-Town, A-Town
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| Ha ha, Shady Aftermath
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| Yeah, once again it’s on
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| Young Statlanta live in this muh’fucker holmes
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| The hoes get naked soon as the song come on
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| The niggas get wreckless, it’s off the chain here gone
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| It’s poppin speakers knockin crowded off on the flo'
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| They jockin it, watchin when I walks through the do'
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| It’s him, tell a friend but you already know
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| Act stupid or lose it, don’t bother to fuck with Quo
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| I’m kind of different, he’s not the usual
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| Sippin Cognac in between two beautiful
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| Bitches in the club, talk shit it’s your funeral
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| I came to get a buzz and crunk, understand?
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| It’s crowded, it’s packed, it’s jumpin — goddamn it’s swole
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| I’m cooler than cool as my temperature’s — 30 below
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| I’m checkin the scene if a new cut — droppin the low
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| Shakin they ass, backin it up — fast or slow (yeah!)
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| You know this thang don’t stop 'til I say so
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| Now get low — get low, keep that ass on the flo'
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| You know this club don’t close 'til I say so
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| Now get low — get low, keep that ass on the flo'
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| Yeah, now get low — get low, keep that ass on the flo'
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| Get low — get low, keep that ass on the flo'
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| Yeah, now get low — get low, keep that ass on the flo'
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| Now get low — get low, keep that ass on the flo'
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| Yeah, it’s goes three two one, shawty that’s what’s up
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| At the bar lookin sober but I’m high as fuck
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| And as far as all y’all who be actin tough
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| I’m in the spot with the Glock, please believe it’s tucked (woo)
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| We ready, we sweaty, it’s hot — it’s off the chain
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| We mackin, excuse me miss, tell me what’s your name
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| The way you move in them jeans make me happy you came
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| I’m tryin to get to know you, possibly get some brain
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| I may pick your brains, I’m the man of your dreams
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| You like me you wanna be wifey and join my team
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| So I can sport you and support you by any means
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| Nah, I ain’t givin you none of my thangs
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| But we can leave the club tonight, hit the telly and fuck
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| Long as you know when I bust — I’m in the dust
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| Ain’t no chillin, it ain’t nothin for us to discuss
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| Except what time your ride pickin you up (yeah!)
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| You know this thang don’t stop 'til I say so
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| Now get low — get low, keep that ass on the flo'
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| You know this club don’t close 'til I say so
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| Now get low — get low, keep that ass on the flo'
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| Yeah, now get low — get low, keep that ass on the flo'
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| Get low — get low, keep that ass on the flo'
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| Yeah, now get low — get low, keep that ass on the flo'
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| Now get low — get low, keep that ass on the flo'
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| Yeah, yeah
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| Turn that ass around, go on and do somethin
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| Do somethin girl, touch the ground (yeah!)
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| Turn that ass around, go on and do somethin (c'mon)
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| Do somethin girl, touch the ground (okay!)
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| Now drop it drop it drop it — get low, yeah (yea)
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| Drop it drop it drop it — get low, yeah (yeah!)
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| Drop it drop it drop it — get low, yeah (c'mon)
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| Drop it drop it drop it — get low, yeah (yeah!)
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| Re-Up style
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| It’s «The Re-Up!»
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| This is (an exclusive remix) |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Get Low , by - Stat Quo. Song from the album Eminem Presents The Re-Up, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп