Gettin' It On.... All I want to do is get it on..... Wanna do it, wanna do it with you Be gettin it, gettin' it, gettin' it, Be gettin' it, gettin' it
once again, now you know it's on.. [Chorus] Just awaken shakin once again, so you know it's on Just awaken shakin once again, ho you know it's on.. [x3] [Verse 2] Playas on
you makin cheese Half the shit you makin bitch, glorifyin Gangsta B. Thinkin bout my nigga clout, Playa Fly's in the house Fly so high funkytown, man
Bab) [Chorus: A group of people] Fuck a wanna be BITCH Playa Fly you remember to say hello to your great Granny Fuck, fuck a wanna be BITCH Playa Fly
Clear skies, sunny days. We are ready for takeoff. We have a go. Wasn't much to do, I dipped outta school Had to play it cool, I lit up that blue And
know betta The wings are as big as the logo on those sweaters Hoes betta, have a fall back attack, come through like a funeral all black on black couple
it won't stop And it don't stop It don't stop, it won't stop It don't stop And it won't stop And it don't stop It don't stop, it won't stop [Verse 2]
dumpin' whenever the drama's on, Ya'll hustlers can't eat fit meals, And it feels somethin' like when it's Ramadon, Hope you chumps been walkin' with armor on
on the truck it gotta be dubs if I'm givin' somethin' to haters it gotta be slugs if it's one thing it's gotta be it's gotta be thug no info, I'm I'm
sauce ?See, you aint care about gettin the food you was more about bringin me here, gettin me nude I said ?hold up babygirl, you gettin it screwed That might have been on
it I'm definately, as responsible For gettin' the City High as 'Clef would be Believe it please [Fresh] Snap cap Lou, you know it's me Leroy, wrist on
, uh, uh I said if you gettin money, if you gettin money If you gettin money, just throw it in the bag [Verse 1 - Fabolous] It's Mr. "Throw It In The
make it rain (Money) In California niggas die (For the Money) From the south to new york the bullets fly for the (Money) Don't stop gettin (Money) It
: [JT] We on our third song, we on our third song, heyyeyy You understand it, I'm official with mine; I'm double-clutchin on the fo'-wheel, pushin quarters
on the Lac And half on the dub sac If you smokin then hit it and pass it to the left If you ain't got nothing on it homie you smoking stress Niggas see
You Out", so I'm a do it The South gon' love it - chop it {SCREW IT} Slow it down, then bring it back up G-G-G U-NO! Nigga, it's Young Buck! [Verse 7
