Tryna Get It (feat. Westcoast Stone)

I'm tryna get it

I'm tryna get it

I see she likes the way

She like the way I move

On me, I put that on the P

When I pop it in her ear

I'm spitting game from the rear

I'm tryna get it

It's the fourth quarter in the last 30 seconds of the game

Now tell me what you gon' do

Cause I don't need no extra weight

I'm not here to play

I'm tryna get it

I'm tryna shit me a midget

I'm talkin' digits

Don't get it twitted

Don't get yourself like an olive and get pitted

You all cap with it

Punk

This the new era

I'm all fitted

All legit witit

But don't think I won't pop me a snapback

Have you pop-lockin' on your motherfuckin' back, Jack

I get it on the way

I get it on a play

Bitch, what you say?

I get it, be it a rainy, sleet, snowy, hot

Or sunny summer day in LA

That city cool too, but what it pay?

I'm in my westerly ways, what can I say?

If it ain't no sunshine and palm trees

I don't wanna play

I done did my days

Thanks

I see she likes the way

She like the way I move

On me, I put that on the P

When I pop it in her ear I'm spittin' game from the rear

I'm tryna get it

It's the fourth quarter in the last 30 seconds of the game

Now tell me what you gon' do

Cause I don't need no extra weight

I'm not here to play

I'm tryna get it

I'm steady cruisin', you steady losin'

You bitch-ass motherfuckers cruisin' for a bruisin'

Picking you up, out your shoes and shit

Making you hit, the snooze 'n shit

Fuckin' up, your views and shit

Nobody care about your boo-hooing bitch

You bitch-ass motherfuckers, is sick

You goddamn right, I'm with Boosie, bitch

TI too, controllin' what your daughter do

Man shit is about what your kin do, not can do

It ain't an attitude, it's about what the fuck's in you

Not on you punk, but I'm on you punk

Cause this what you do when you solid, fool

Know you love this funk, West Coast Stone

Making your trunk thump, like whomp-whomp, whomp-whomp

I see she likes the way

She like the way I move

On me, I put that on the P

When I pop it in her ear

I'm spitting game from the rear

I'm tryna get it

It's the fourth quarter in the last 30 seconds of the game

Now tell me what you gon' do

Cause I don't need no extra weight

I'm not here to play

I'm tryna get it

I'm tryna get it

I'm not here to play

I'm tryna get it

I'm tryna get it

I'm not here to play

I'm tryna get it