Get Down (Album Version)

Get Down (Album Version)

Lil Wayne

Weezy
What up pop, what up pop.
Fuck what they heard
it's what they need to know nigga
(They saying C.A.R.T.E.R. yep!)
Ya feel me, hey nigga we done built this.
Shit from the ground up now homie
Believe that daddy, it ain't no looking back from here, we too strong

[Chorus]
And that's the only way we get down (we get down)
Cause that's the only way we was taught (we was taught)
And everything we got we bought (we bought)
And real niggas still shine in the dark (still shine in the dark, yeah)
And that's the only way we get down (we get down)
And that's the only way we was taught (we was taught)
And everything we got we bought (we bought)
And real niggas still shine in the dark
(Still shine in the dark, fuck a law, oh!)
Cause that's the only way we get down

I down down a brother
We ain't cut from the same cloth you Downy soft
Bullets separate ya body compound a buster
I'm a find ya if ya hiding I'm a bounty hunter
In ya home putting dick all down ya woman
You come home we in the bedroom counting money
I bring her home and I fuck her on a thousand hundreds
Then I shoot the nasty bitch in the mouth for nothing
I say Birdman Birdman what's good today
We ain't never let them niggas take our food away
And we recognize real and got a rude awakening
And woke up together and our life was better
I'm the Cash Money son I live a life of cheddar
Not a rat though hat low Nike's is leather
Lil' maw twist two get my life together
Ya bitch meet me at the bar and we knife together, cut!

[Chorus]

Throw my weight like Sherman Klump
I gotta hold up my estate like Donald Trump
And I aim kinda straight when it's time to pump
I bring the pump when it's time to pump
Wrapped around my waist like a cumber bun
Don't make a nigga pump, you up!
I come in that new thing, she threw up
Now yo' bitch ass gotta clean yo' shoe up
I'm rich as fuck and I never blew up
Business mug, gotta get my loot up
Bet ya bitch get fucked if I ever met her
Bet ya ditch get dug you ever step up
One by one I push 'em down, fat bullet, fat head make a pussy sound
Hard head soft ass make a gushy ground I'm straight from a crooked town
Like that bitch!

[Chorus]

I give my arms and my legs to the game I'm ahead of the game
I dead any mane if he said anything
But it's cool, as long as nigga paid when he came
And I'm a fool with the flame and the caine
Cut it just a little bit but the drain stay the same yeah
Young Wayne and the pain and the stain still remain
On the chest where the four made a mess yes
I'm still here in the flesh twenty one year old legend
I'm a live way after my death
I sacrifice whatever that's left
I give y'all the last of my breath like
Write it down take a picture record a copy
Press pause only way you stop me fucker
I'm a get mine and make you not me
Spit wine in ya face if you watch me Bitch!

[Chorus]

And that's the only way we getting down nigga
Cash Money C-M-B man
You already know we here never left fuck 'em
See me if you got a problem boy
I'm at home all day man, it's not a game
Stunner, what's really good with 'em
We ain't never let 'em take our food away
(I got it, yeah)
Fresh you nasty on this on dog
This one, this is the Carter bitch!

Written by BELL, RONALD / SMITH, CLAYDES / MICKENS, ROBERT / BOYCE, DONALD / WESTFIELD, RICHARD / THOMAS, DENNIS / BELL, ROBERT / BROWN, GEORGE / GRIMMETT, FREDERICK / SPATTER, BRADLEY
Published by Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., EMI Music Publishing, Universal Music Publishing Group

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