Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Get Loose, artist - Talib Kweli. Date of issue: 17.05.2010
Song language: English
Get Loose |
| We came here tonight to get loose |
| So before we leave we got to lift you |
| Higher than you ever been before, forget roof |
| Cause the world on fire, the girl on fire |
| Get loose, get loose, get loose, c’mon |
| When you’re on the cross you against the wall |
| A-waitin for more |
| Won’t give a single dance |
| I seen it all before |
| But one day you’ll find you should lose your mind |
| You can wait in self-control |
| Intoxicate yourself |
| Now get out on the floor |
| Get loose |
| So ma let you get a peek like a booth for 40 deuce |
| Knew the D make her freeze, she lookin for an excuse |
| To get loose, match the purse with the shoes, c’mon |
| You spit game, think she leavin wit’chu, yeah right |
| They sip Goose with the juice, spit the truth, c’mon |
| And get loose, get loose, get loose, c’mon |
| Now you might have a shot in the dark, if you play your cards right |
| If not it’s a long hard night |
| Now, what can you say to get her to leave wit’chu? |
| Got her in your sight, you a heat-seekin missile |
| Spot her in the light, you wish you could be alone |
| Music in the back act like your theme song |
| You hate how it all sound like a ringtone |
| But when it come on in the club you sing along |
| She got one or two friends, bring 'em along |
| Un-less they wanted to, leave 'em alone |
| Get loose, get loose, get loose, c’mon (get loose) |
| Get loose, get loose, get loose, c’mon |
| Get loose, get loose, get loose, c’mon (get loose) |
| Get loose, get loose, get loose, c’mon |
| Aiyyo call the fire department cause the blaze has started |
| You ain’t hot cause you flame retardant |
| I’m 'bout to hang up like a famous artist, in the Kweli museum |
| E’rybody feel him, can’t nobody see him |
| Can’t nobody be him, try as they might |
| But now it’s dead, I defy afterlife |
| I spit in the face of the reaper as I address my wounds |
| Frontin for the chicks like Judy Blume |
| The dudes soon follow, they all sound recycled like bottles, cans |
| That’s why I see through 'em like Hollow Man |
| They softer than model hands, no competition |
| Cause they flow not sufficient, they get thrown out the kitchen |
| Cause they can’t take the heat, my throat is a flamethrower |
| Kweli and Tone ain’t playin, it’s game over |
| You could write it up, in the history books (look it up) |
| Or how they light it up, set it on fire, what? |
| Fire it up! |
| Oh word, once again like |
| Let’s get a peek like a booth for 40 deuce |
| Knew the D make her freeze, she lookin for an excuse |
| To get loose, match the purse with the shoes, c’mon |
| You spit game, think she leavin wit’chu, yeah right |
| They sip Goose with the juice, spit the truth, c’mon |
| And get loose, get loose, get loose, c’mon |
| Now you might have a shot in the dark, if you play your cards right |
| If not it’s a long hard night |
| Now, what can you say to get her to leave wit’chu? |
| (let's go!) |
| Got her in your sight, you a heat-seekin missile (let's go!) |
| Spot her in the light, you wish you could be alone |
| Music in the back act like your theme song |
| You hate how it all sound like a ringtone |
| But when it come on in the club you sing along |
| She got one or two friends, bring 'em along |
| Un-less they wanted to mess, leave 'em alone |
| Oh that’s how we do |
| This is how we do it in the 'Natti |
| Ay, Brooklyn stand up! |
| The definition of revolution, revolution is |
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| Neverland |
| All the revolution is |
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| I could do this shit all day for you motherfuckers |