Let's Get Down (feat. DJ Quik)

Yes Tony! Toni! Toné! And DJ Quik You didn't think we could flip it on yo ass, huh? Something for the dance floor In a real way It's going down like this forever And a day Now what you hear is not a drag 'Cause Mr. DJ Quik got a brand new bag But first I gotta bang bang A boogie for the boogie To the rhythm of the ghettoey streets Check it out now You trying to give me some Eight Ball But no way I'd rather have a Mimosa With Crystal and OJ, yeah Just a little something bubbly and tingly To have me walking around naked But wait a second The function's on Around midnight What time is it? Are you inside? Available To come and play Give me a clue So I don't have to Look for you Come on let's get down, let's get down, let's get down Come on let's get down (In my black Chevrolet) Come on let's get down, let's get down, let's get down Come on let's get down, let's get down Yeah, now we don't need a club We can do it at my house My front door's open so homey's can bust it out And ladies if you're coming leave your children at the nursery So you can get slow on the Anniversary Kill me I dip dip da So don't be looking stupid when I unfasten your bra You know you want to mack this Because I come stronger than the IRS Whenever you done got delinquent on your taxes Now here I am Staring at you I need a drink You need one too Who is your friend She don't look nice But I know she will Later on tonight Come on let's get down Come on let's get down, let's get down, let's get down Come on let's get down (In my black Chevrolet) Come on let's get down, let's get down, let's get down Come on let's get down, let's get down Now I'm at the club And I'm off that drug The one they call alcohol got me acting y'all I hump two first before I hump two more And now I'm throwing up my guts out the car door Over consumption you know how it is y'all Got your homey beggin' for some Pepto Bismol But when my stomach's right I'll be back tonight To get that lady I was grinding on the wall Now that I feel a little better than I felt a little while ago, yeah I'm going back to the same spot Where I met you on the floor Now table one, that's my folks And table two, that's my folks And everybody knows my name (What's up?) Now table three that's B. Grund And table four that's G-One You best be prepared 'Cause it's all a game you know Come on let's get down, let's get down, let's get down Come on let's get down, let's get down, let's get down Come on let's get down, let's get down, let's get down Come on let's get down, let's get down, let's get down (In my black Chevrolet) I gotta get my groove on (keep movin', movin' and groovin') I gotta get my groove on (keep shakin' that ass, shakin' that ass) I gotta get my groove on (keep movin' and groovin', movin' and groovin') I gotta get get my groove on (keep shakin' that ass, shakin' that ass) I'm groovin' (say what?) Movin' (yeah) Yeah Come on let's get down, let's get down, let's get down Come on let's get down (In my black Chevrolet) Come on let's get down, let's get down, let's get down Come on let's get down (In my black Chevrolet) down, down, down Come on let's get down, let's get down, let's get down Come on let's get down (In my black Chevrolet) down, down, down Come on let's get down, let's get down, let's get down Come on let's get down (In my black Chevrolet) down, down, down