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letra de get down - juelz santana

[chorus: juelz santana]
now get down, get down, get down
now get down, get down, get down
with the dip dip dip
now get down, get down, get down
with the set set set
look, them boys are up to something
that’s right
them boys are up to something

[verse 1: cam’ron]
i don’t play, thought i told you that
patrolling, loading gats
sound like that nolia trap
holy cap-a -tool-ary, see the right grind with that
i flip china white
my dishes white china
from china, seen china
gave them pills, now chick strip except for them heals
the wizard of oz, i’m the wizard of harlem
i get busy, trust me
no fixing my problems
maybe next year, maybe in a week or 2
maybe when the beat is through, pop up, peek-a-boo
yeah dog, we’ve been pepping you
get out, ride out, that’s what you need to do
got the inside rite from the outside
outside get inside
inside we outside
i don’t care b-tch, shot him clear through the ribs
i’m freddy jason, mixed with the blair witch
really came from it
phoney candy can’t
this color got real candy paint, color of candy, man
you a handy man
a family man
i keep revolvers, they never jam
this the jams from jam
i land on land
keep the c-ke fresh, yes, saran the gram
on the blue moon, might go ham in ham
or 50 keys or better, shout my man, my man

[verse 2: cam’ron]
you balling, you stunting
oo we, flash your cash
girls touch the floor, now clap your -ss
and pack your bags
get the ocean from me
got that -ss up, slow motion for me
with a mombay, took mommy from jonjay to sombray
bombay all on my charm, hey
10,000, now for 1 pizzy
busy, a hundred dollars, that’s for 1 grizzy
42 bullets, that for one sissy
i’m the one drinking, but he’s the one p-ssy
when i shoot him in the back, with the ruger, shooter shooter
do manovers, blow the coop up, troopers with a smile
listen, been a trooper for a while
you a p–per scooper, smoking stupid hooder like tacow
and i’m past fated
ma, keep your -ss shaking
i lay up on this b-tch like fast breaking

[verse 3: juelz santana]
it’s me again, look, it’s me again
everybody is scared, oh f-ck, it’s me again
you n-gg-s don’t wanna run with me again
see that double shot pump, get pumped and released again
told you f-cks we’d meet again
told you keep your heater close, told you i was creeping in
i keep the toaster to pop
damb, look at you now
slumped over, n-body wants to look at you now
don’t tempt me
spoiled like a galin of milk, you sour
shoot these uzis, blao blao blao
at you foolies, rao rao rao
we got hoochies
groupies, for that oochie, coocci
i’m a pimp too, i ain’t only out to get you
you know how the kid do, if i say it, then sh-t’s true

- juelz santana

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