I Get Down

Gotta get up, gotta get up, gotta get up

I get down, just like Pac, I get around

Doesn't matter what I'm doing, oh, no, I'm a clown

Too smooth, right on top, the bass grooves

That may yellowed up, that may seem to act the fool

From the rib, the empire where I live

Making hits outta the basement, underneath my crib

Sipping gin, spit the fucking venom of sin

I got a cocky ass attitude, dipping the bitch

'Cause I'm a Mac, doesn't matter, always getting down

I do it for the music, I do it for the brown

Rep your town, homie, I'm a I.E. ride

Clipped up when I take a toll, Riverside

This is West Coast, that's it, we throw up and dump

Baby cups on the willow, cuts up in the club

This is G, play yourself of a major league team

I get down on the microphone, motherfucker, play me

Get up

Sit on down

Gotta get up, gotta get up, gotta get up

Sit on down

One, two, mama maca let me coming through

These fucking fools act like bitches, dancing at déjà vu

This is real shit, this ain't about no YouTube views

I kick that lyric on jujitsu, rampage it through

Fools a joke, never heard you kick no skin

This is the rap game, bitch, well let's keep it real

Blow a kiss to your lady, give her whole body chill

Grab the microphone and shoot these motherfuckers for real

I get down, look you out before the first round

I'm a king in the game, wear my hat for a crown

Get with it, lyrics coming expensive

Style is impeccable, swag too exquisite

You feel it, poetry the realest

Full metal jacket every time I kill the shit

Oldie **** stay banging out the trunk

Mary Jane smiling like we just hit a skunk

Get up

Sit on down

Gotta get up, gotta get up, gotta get up

Sit on down

Gotta get up

Sit on down

Gotta get up, gotta get up, gotta get up