Get Backは、アルバム『{albumName}』の一部として2004年8月20日にHitmaker Music GroupによりリリースされましたGangsta Grillz 13 (Prelude To The DVD)
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メロディック度
楽曲がどれだけ明確で覚えやすいメロディを持ち、はっきりとした音楽パターンに沿っているかを示します。メロディック度が高い楽曲は、わかりやすく印象に残る楽器やボーカルラインが特徴です。
アコースティック度
楽曲が、電子楽器やデジタル合成音の代わりに、どの程度アコースティック楽器（ピアノ、ギター、バイオリン、ドラム、サックスなど）に依存しているかを示します。
ヴァランス
楽曲のハーモニーやリズムによって伝わる音楽的なポジティブ度や感情的トーンを示します。値が高いほど幸福感、興奮、陶酔などの感情を表し、低いほど悲しみ、怒り、憂鬱などの感情を表します。
ダンサビリティ
テンポの安定性、リズムパターン、ビートの強調などの要素を組み合わせて、楽曲が踊りやすいかどうかを示します。ダンス向きの楽曲は、一定のテンポ、反復的な音楽構造、強いダウンビートを持つ傾向があります。
エネルギー
楽曲の知覚される強さを示し、テンポ、音量の変化、音の密度などによって影響されます。エネルギーが高い曲は、力強いリズムや密度の高い編成を特徴とし、エネルギーが低い曲は、音の間隔が広く、テンポもゆったりとした構成になる傾向があります。
歌詞
Heads up! (Woop, woop) Heads up! (Woop, woop)
Here's another one! (Another one)
And an-and another one
O-o-oh!
Yeek yeek! (Woop, woop) why you all in my ear?
Talking a whole bunch of shit that I ain't trying to hear!
Get back, motherfucker, you don't know me like that!
(Get back, motherfucker, you don't know me like that)
Yeek yeek! (Woop, woop) I ain't playing around!
Make one false move, I'll take ya down
Get back, motherfucker, you don't know me like that!
(Get back, motherfucker, you don't know me like that)
Who-o-o!! S-s-so c'mon, c'mon!
Don't get swung on, swung on!
It's the knick knack paddywhack, still ride in Cadillacs
Family off the street made my homies put the baggies back
Still stacking plaques, (Yep!) still action packed! (Yep!)
And dough? I keep it flipping like acrobats!
That's why I pack a MAC that'll crack a back
'Cause on my waist, there's more Heat than the Shaq Attack
But I ain't speaking about ballin, ballin
Just thinking about brawlin' till y'all start bawlin'
We all in together now, birds of a feather now
Just bought a plane so we changing the weather now
So put your brakes on, caps put your capes on
Or knock off your block, get dropped and have your face flown
'Cause I'll prove it! Scratch off the music!
Like hey, little stupid! Don't make me lose it!!
Yeek yeek! (Woop, woop) why you all in my ear?
Talking a whole bunch of shit that I ain't trying to hear!
Get back, motherfucker, you don't know me like that!
(Get back, motherfucker, you don't know me like that)
Yeek yeek! (Woop, woop) I ain't playing around!
Make one false move, I'll take ya down
Get back, motherfucker, you don't know me like that!
(Get back, motherfucker, you don't know me like that)
I came (I came) I saw (I saw)
I hit 'em right dead in the jaw (In the jaw)
I came (I came) I saw (I saw)
I hit 'em right dead in the jaw (In the jaw)
I came (I came) I saw (I saw)
I hit 'em right dead in the jaw (In the jaw)
I came (I came) I saw (I saw)
I hit 'em right dead in the jaw (In the jaw)
See, I caught 'em with a right hook, caught 'em with a jab
Caught 'em with an uppercut, kicked 'em in his ass
Sent him on his way 'cause I ain't for that talk!
No trips to the county, I ain't for that walk!
We split like two pins at the end of a lane
We'll knock out your spotlight and put an end to your vain
Put a DTP pendant at the end of yo' chain
Then put the booty of a Swisha at the end of a flame
Yeek yeek! (woop, woop) why you all in my ear?
Talking a whole bunch of shit that I ain't trying to hear!
Get back, motherfucker, you don't know me like that!
(Get back, motherfucker, you don't know me like that)
Yeek yeek! (woop, woop) I ain't playing around!
Make one false move, I'll take ya down
Get back, motherfucker, you don't know me like that!
(Get back, motherfucker, you don't know me like that)
Hey! You want what with me?!
I'mma tell you one time, don't fuck with me!
Get down! 'Cause I ain't got nothing to lose
And I'm having a bad day, don't make me take it out on you!
You want what with me?!
I'mma tell you one time, don't fuck with me!
Get down! 'Cause I ain't got nothing to lose
And I'm having a bad day, don't make me take it out on you!
Man! 'Cause I don't wanna do that
I want to have a good time and enjoy my Jack
Sit back and watch the women get drunk as hell
So I can wake up in the morning with a story to tell
I know it's been a lil while since I been out the house!
But now I'm here, you wanna stand around running your mouth?!
I can't hear nothing you saying or spitting, so wassup!
Don't you see we in the club?! Man, shut the fuck up!!
Yeek yeek! (woop, woop) why you all in my ear?
Talking a whole bunch of shit that I ain't trying to hear!
Get back, motherfucker, you don't know me like that!
(Get back, motherfucker, you don't know me like that)
Yeek yeek! (woop, woop) I ain't playing around!
Make one false move, I'll take ya down
Get back, motherfucker, you don't know me like that!
(Get back, motherfucker, you don't know me like that)
Ah! We in the Red Light District!
Ah! We in the Red Light District!
Wh-o-oh! We in the Red Light District!
Ah! We in the Red Light District!
Wh-o-oh! We in the Red Light District!
Wh-o-oh! The Red Light District!
Wh-o-oh! The Red Light District!
Ah, we in The Red Light District
Written by: C. Bazile, Craig B, D. Bazile, KLC, Ludacris, O’Dell, Tyree Simmons
