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get down - 38 spesh lyrics

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[intro]
yeah, n*ggas. i go by the name of noodles. aka ooch*banga, ’cause that’s what i do. bang bang bang. shouts to my n*ggas upstate. the whole team invasion. rochester, new york stand up. buffalo, what’s good?

[intro]
uh, nah’m sayin’? right
nah’m sayin’? uh, yeah
let’s go, still ain’t going nowhere without my motherf*ckin’ strap, n*gga
(it’s my n*gga, 38 special)
nah’m sayin’? it’s on whenever you see me, n*gga (yeah, n*ggas)
y’all n*gga know what time it is
let’s go
[chorus]
don’t go nowhere without my gun (uh)
do not blow me, i’m not the one (uh)
you’re not my homie, you’re not my son (uh*uh)
you don’t get down with me (no), you’re not down for me (uh)
get down (get down, get down, get down)
lay it down (lay it down, n*gga, lay that sh*t down)
get down (get down, b*tch n*gga, get down)
get down for me (uh, yo) or lie down for me (uh, yo)

[verse 1: 38 spesh]
now we don’t play it, we go spray it
found in the back of the building if we okay it
got more money, seen more hatred
just cop more guns and relocate it
i don’t work by the week getting cheap*low wages
keep blow in the street, i’m the people favorite
uh, grants, franklins, keep those faces
they help me beat those and leave gold cases
far out of town? i done seen those places
and i ain’t going back unless it’s about paper
spray ya, you ain’t got to ask ’bout that
’cause i get in your ass ’bout stacks, *bllat* n*gga
ya baby mom’s house, i’ll make cash out that (cash out that)
and two doors down is where the stash house at (stash house at)
you front and they find you in the trash out back
i backed out macs when i passed out packs
[chorus]
don’t go nowhere without my gun (uh)
do not blow me, i’m not the one (uh)
you’re not my homie, you’re not my son (uh*uh)
you don’t get down with me (nah), you’re not down for me (uh)
get down (get down, get down, get down)
lay it down (lay it down, n*gga, lay that sh*t down)
get down (get down, b*tch n*gga, get down)
get down for me or lie down for me

[verse 2: benny the butcher]
you know the hustle, cold c*cked, flip, double those (double those)
me and spesh? mel gibson, russell crowe (russell crowe)
i’m like snoop, i’ll leave this b*tch up in smoke
fluffin’ coke, n*ggas ain’t fly, they just up in coach (nah mean?)
i get a pot, turn an eight to a twelve (twelve)
get a block, get a gate, get a cell (cell)
they wouldn’t get it if it came in the mail
nah, beef with me, it’s like hanging themselves
i press the b*tton, the top’ll go back
she blowing on my h*rn like domino fats
a hustler, i got money just dropping them packs
and careful, i swear the feds tryna follow us back
i’m from the cell 1*6, the cheddar son get
is major, my charges they never gon’ stick
let the judge throw the book but i’m never gonna snitch
casino dice, that’s right, so i’m never gon’ trip, n*gga
[chorus]
don’t go nowhere without my gun (uh)
do not blow me, i’m not the one (uh)
you’re not my homie, you’re not my son (uh*uh)
you don’t get down with me (nah), you’re not down for me (uh)
get down (get down, get down, get down)
lay it down (lay it down, n*gga, lay that sh*t down)
get down (get down, b*tch n*gga, get down)
get down for me or lie down for me (nah)

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