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Get Down
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Get Down was released on December 6, 2005 by Mad Science Recording as a part of the album Trauma
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AlbumTrauma
Release DateDecember 6, 2005
LabelMad Science Recording
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM99

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
I'm hard and I'm flossy and I'm all that
You talk a lotta shit, where your bodyguard at?
I got a pocket full of money, where the mall at?
Where the quads at? Where the drinks? Where the broads at?
[Verse 2]
**** fightin' over bitches, need to squash that
You shouldn't be this grown up 'cause didn't learn to pause chat
This black pussy and I'm still tryna wash that
Rinse it up, lift the bud, right between the gut
[Verse 3]
Sit in my lap and look at my snatch
Drop and twenty and watch you troublemakers fightin' for scraps
My draws so clean, my nuts is so powdered
Don't stress me out, just eat your clam chowder
[Verse 4]
Tryna stick my honey bee into your flower
If you like this record, then make this shit louder
It's so terrific, I own the Pacific
Green plants and dance and make you feel infinite
[Verse 5]
I'm DJ Quik and I'm so fuckin' gifted
That you didn't even feel when the moment I'm shifty
I turnt the pocket around and slowed it all the way down
I'm a musical goddamn
[Verse 6]
Get down on the ground, spread your legs
Put your hands behind your back
Get up and walk backwards toward me
You under arrest for them big-ass breasts
And now that ass make me think you had a strap the gats
[Verse 7]
Get down on your face, spread 'em wide, where your ID?
Why you tryna lie to me?
You got the right to remain
Either you can ride the big-ass bus
Go to jail or go home with us
I need backup
[Verse 8]
I need backup quick, I'm the right **** to get my
Pics of thick stallion, I'm slingin' the dick
Still bangin' the bricks with the 'caine in the six
Remain in the mix because I'm famous and shit
[Verse 9]
Let me get some doors open, my entourage walk in
Kissin', whore scopin', I'm open for more pokin'
On my wrist is fit the tokens, buy that, chump
Sold the show out for a mil, try that, chump
[Verse 10]
I'm on the boat, still listenin' to way too funky
Park that ass right here, chick, and make that monkey talk for me
When you walk, I see a clear speech
Come and get it, I got somethin' for each
[Verse 11]
Now I bump it on the radio and put it on repeat
Play it loud in the streets, go out and get yourself a freak
The moral of the story is we ho hoppin' police
Know your rights, put these cuffs on, you're locked in these sheets
[Verse 12]
Get down on the ground, spread your legs
Put your hands behind your back
Get up and walk backwards toward me
You under arrest for them big-ass breasts
And now that ass make me think you had a strap the gats
[Verse 13]
Get down on your face, spread 'em wide, where your ID?
Why you tryna lie to me?
You got the right to remain
Either you can ride the big-ass bus
Go to jail or go home with us
I need backup
[Verse 14]
Excess cologne, women be attracted, got the best sex, come on
It's somethin' 'bout the action when they flex wet and moan
A model or a actress, I attach this note before the script get wrote
[Verse 15]
She see the list checked, she gone
I tap a **** hat and stretch this exit home
A captain be reactin' to the sweat as you moan
Hold up, give me a second, nothin' quick
Got somethin' else to say before we end this record
[Verse 16]
This beat is for your uncle and aunt
It's old enough to be dope, but young enough to be hot
Dedicated to everybody been beat by the cops
Just tryna get to the party and pop tequila and shots
[Verse 17]
The legendary incendiary resentment for authority figures
From the most vocal of the local ****
California to death, bringin' Compton to life
Makin' beats that'll snap yo' neck and have you writin' a check
You need to
[Verse 18]
Get down on the ground, spread your legs
Put your hands behind your back
Get up and walk backwards toward me
You under arrest for them big-ass breasts
And now that ass make me think you had a strap the gats
[Verse 19]
Get down on your face, spread 'em wide, where your ID?
Why you tryna lie to me?
You got the right to remain
Either you can ride the big-ass bus
Go to jail or go home with us
I need backup
Written by: David Blake, Howard Bailey
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