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Get Down
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Get Down was released on January 1, 2004 by Roc-A-Fella as a part of the album Purple Haze
ReleasedJanuary 1, 2004
LabelRoc-A-Fella
LanguageEnglish
BPM73
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy

Music Video

Music Video

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Uh-huh
Killa
They never said we couldn't get down
It's like I'm psychic and shit
I called this shit about five years ago
Dipset, all day, every day, man
Santana, Jim Jones
Freekey be home '07
Uh, let's go
[Verse 2]
Remember, I'm a man of respect (Remember?)
Remember, Santana was next (Now what?)
Now it's not TECs, it's checks and fancy collects (What I want?)
I want his wrist, fist, his whole hand jammed with baguettes
Pose for the camera, man
Me and Santana, man
Word to my grandma
He one bad mama jama, damn
So I don't write for the stardom
I get booted, zooted
Write down my problems (Why?)
I've been through it, headed right for the bottom
DC, nah, woulda been a sniper in Harlem (So what?)
That's why I throw some dough to my co-d from Kosovo
Help me get on overflow (Shhhh!)
No one's supposed to know
But she laid me up like the prime minister
Thousand grams of dope smellin' like Heinz vinegar (Damn)
That was a lot to linger (But what?)
But to the top I bring her
When it came to dope I always copped in fingers
Money missin'
Oh shit, I almost chopped some fingers
Slit some wrist, that's when they said
"Oh shit, he's not a singer!"
Fuck the rap, fuck the movies, fuck Siskel and Ebert
This pistol I'll, squeeze it
Missiles if needed (Killa)
Remember, I'ma spend my cake
Remember, Jim? We gettin' out of 5H (Projects)
Now chefs to fry us steaks (That's true)
This a higher stake (That's true)
Swiss accounts
I'ma show you how you wire cake
And we from BBO
Now you a CEO
Director, VEO
Your own album, here we go
That's my man, anytime I holler, holler with me
We shared chicken sandwiches
They was a dollar fifty
Budget seven dollars
Nickel bag and White Owl (Gettin' fucked up)
I hope the chicken sandwich last us through the night, child
We ain't care, we ain't sleep, we was night owls
Insomniatics, our lifestyles compatible
Magical
Pop's gone, shit tragical
Moms gon' miss ya
My house is where the addicts chill
I'm like a teacher
I need me a sabbatical
It's not irrational
I grew up radical
And you all are shook
I bought all my crooks
Fuck you R'n'B ****
Zeek sing all the hooks
Tito and Brick, yes, yes, come again
They came sun or rain
When I had the stomach pain
Written by: C. Hamilton, Cameron Giles, I. Hunter, M. Gaye

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