Get Down Songtext
von Ill Al Skratch

Get down, get down
Get down, get down

Yo, shiver me timbers and blow me down
Niggas and them, but that know me now
Get adjusted to the rusted sound that′s built sturdy
Watch the birdie, I'm gettin′ looks that's dirty
From niggas don't like me, they wanna fight me
′Cause they know that I′m cool with they wifey
Who's that puffin′ on the indo? Al
Niggas know my motherfuckin' style
Get off my block, beat it, I rock weeded
I′ll make your knock needed (But) niggas think I'm hot, heated
But I lay back and remain cool
What′s your name nigga? What's your name fool?


Yeah, Big Ill, even if I'm lifted
Feet stay planted on the ground, so let′s get on down
Yeah, niggas mad ′cause they know the style matches
I drink brew by the batches, down the hatches
Spark up the skunk that'll bend you in half
Never drunk off the genuine draught, yeah
I be the nigga drinkin′ Guinness brews
Not the other side of town rockin' khakis and tennis shoes
Sixteen carat shot, drop-top chariot
Puttin′ heads to bed like the Marriott
Rockin' coats by North Face and Yves Saint Laurent
Loc so move your bloodclot groins though
You′re just a look-alike imposter, hasta la vista
Baby, nigga is you crazy?
Botchin' boy, you bumba, move wit' your clique
′Cause ain′t no love trick, yeah

Get down, get down
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Get down, get-get down

Say what? I rock a bop when I walk, partner
The Dapper Don, what, not Buju Banton
But move your body, body, I gets dumb nice
Rocks like the Himalayas when it come to ice
In this game, it's real, pack a .45 stainless steel
Bet the figure like Tommy Hill
Try to bite my look, try to bite my skill
Punks be frontin′ like they ill, yeah


Word, knock nigga, knock, but you can't get in
Not by the hairs on your chinny chin chin
Knick-knack, paddywack, give a nigga room
Soon as I take two pulls off the boom bang
Doin′ my thang, niggas I'm roastin′
Laid back in the cut, just coastin'
Al's tracks be the sounds in your whip, hop
When my shit drop, niggas be on the dick top
And it don′t stop, I got the green
Plus I′m livin' on top of things
Now everybody wanna sound melodic
I wonder where they got it, guess they on my dick
But I walks on the sky like Luke
You think I′m a fluke? C'mon duke
Check the sounds from the Brooklyn uptown
And get down, get down

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