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J-Kwon feat. Petey Pablo & Ebony Eyez - Get XXX'd
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Listen to Get XXX'd (From "XXX: State of the Union") - Single by J-Kwon featuring Petey Pablo & Ebony Eyez
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
J-Kwon
J-Kwon
Performer
Petey Pablo
Petey Pablo
Performer
Ebony Eyez
Ebony Eyez
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Moses Barrett III
Moses Barrett III
Composer
Jerrell Jones
Jerrell Jones
Composer
Joe Kent
Joe Kent
Composer
Ebony S. Williams
Ebony S. Williams
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
The Trackboyz
The Trackboyz
Recording Engineer
Tyson Leper
Tyson Leper
Recording Engineer
Jean-Marie Horvat
Jean-Marie Horvat
Mixing Engineer
Chris Athens
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer
Jermaine Dupri Mauldin
Jermaine Dupri Mauldin
Executive Producer

Lyrics

Trek boys You heard the name J-Kwon You ain't seen me in a minute Petey Pablo We're gettin' XXX'd man Ebony Eyes Y'all ready? I'mma run while gettin' front, it's 'cuz you're gettin' none Here the cop, they hit a nun, it's all with a gun What is done is what is done, it's all for the fun Somebody said cut off they head, it's already done Now I'm clap wit mini straps including mini matched Wit a bat, my clipse on, I'm bangin' wit that Where it's at what it's at, don't worry 'bout that Your a soldier, where a soldier relate to that Now I'm marching down the ally in a rally Some meany motherfuckers they try, we need a tally Now we, put it in mind and then we outty Rowdy, they step on a bomb, the bomb outty Doubt me, I start to shoot up your Denali Try Kwon, here give a bomb to your family Met your family in a start that you can't see But yo I'm gon' do it anyway We can take it thurr (We can take it thurr) We can handle that (We can handle that) We can take it thurr (We can take it thurr) We can handle that (We can handle that) We can take it thurr (We can take it thurr) We can handle that (We can handle that) We can take it thurr (We can take it thurr) We can handle that (We can handle that) West Coast (Get XXX'd) East Coast (Get XXX'd) Midwest (Get XXX'd) Down South (Get XXX'd) West Coast (Get XXX'd) East Coast (Get XXX'd) Midwest (Get XXX'd) Down South (Get XXX'd) Come take a ride as we roll to the ghetto But keep your feet on the pedal 'Cuz it could get pretty extreme in the ghetto Triple X level, no holds bar We got hood cap, and luitenets, and project sergeants Capable of pullin' your car, bombin' your car Grenades through your window, this is all our war Take the main road here where we go, every time we roll Family transportin', guns stashed in truck flow Real talk dog, I hit real hard One swing knock a motherfucker block Slam off (Slam off) Hit him in the part where he talk from Naggin' back to momma 'cuz the wires in his jaw Make it hard for him to tell you something (Tell you something) It's sunny now but the storm comin' Best thing for you to do is try to get prepared for it (For it) Find 'em bread, water, milk, couple cans of soup And a place to go just incase you have to move We can take it thurr (We can take it thurr) We can handle that (We can handle that) We can take it thurr (We can take it thurr) We can handle that (We can handle that) We can take it thurr (We can take it thurr) We can handle that (We can handle that) We can take it thurr (We can take it thurr) We can handle that (We can handle that) West Coast (Get XXX'd) East Coast (Get XXX'd) Midwest (Get XXX'd) Down South (Get XXX'd) West Coast (Get XXX'd) East Coast (Get XXX'd) Midwest (Get XXX'd) Down South (Get XXX'd) Finally, when it comes to the tools I'm not forgiving the blues I'll knock another man clean out his shoes We get the breakin' the rules, let's get the takin' his jewels Sit still, trippin', turn his ass into dog food Who's got he static, better bring the plastic Better automatic (Punk) And let him have it (Chump) I'm a savage (What?) Let me show you magic (Bra) Wish I had this and turn your ass saw dust Partner we lawless, I'm talkin' all us When it come to handlin' business, durrty we flawless See these revolvers, that's why they call us The same reason the police never ain't caught us I'm on another level, words from a true rebel I rock your ass and I ain't talking heavy metal Your just a punk and me, I'm durt devil Let's see what's left as soon the the smoke settle We can take it thurr (We can take it thurr) We can handle that (We can handle that) We can take it thurr (We can take it thurr) We can handle that (We can handle that) We can take it thurr (We can take it thurr) We can handle that (We can handle that) We can take it thurr (We can take it thurr) We can handle that (We can handle that) West Coast (Get XXX'd) East Coast (Get XXX'd) Midwest (Get XXX'd) Down South (Get XXX'd) West Coast (Get XXX'd) East Coast (Get XXX'd) Midwest (Get XXX'd) Down South (Get XXX'd)
Writer(s): Joe Kent, Mark Williams, Jerrell Jones, Moses Barrett, Ebony Williams Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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