This is a dream in one production
Respect it or get decked with it, know what I'm sayin'?
Word is bond
Let's get to it
If you f*ckin' with the sound, come on and get down
If you want it in the lounge, come on and get down
If you just hoeing around, come on and get down
And if love is what you found, come on and get down
I'm from the boogie down, and all we make is raw sound
Like Carmen, I can't be found, Sandiego
Hey, wait though, ain't you 1nebozo?
Yeah, how you know though?
I be hearing your songs, your shit is heat, yo
But back to me though
My method on the mic is ill, bro
The method man, we both rapping but this ain't a band
Jump up, super punch when I land, so understand
That dream is the master of the plan
Weaver dreams, recording songs, to get C.R.E.A.M
Only OG's know what that means
Wu-Tang, a style, not a gang
Ch-ch, bang, bang, bang, bang
Blowing your head off with the old school slang
Level up, Dream got a flow you just can't interrupt
The flow so pure it just can't be corrupt
You keep playing, and the ditch is where you'll end up
Leave him there, he won't get up, he won't dare
You got two choices and the right one's clear
Either get out the ditch, or die right there
If you f*ckin' with the sound, come on and get down
If you want it in the lounge, come on and get down
If you just hoeing around, come on and get down
And if love is what you found, come on and get down
So I'm laying in my bed, and I'm looking at the ceiling
I can't even think, don't know how a nigga feeling
And I'm thinking 'bout weed, I should really get high
Never mind, it's a new day, I cannot waste time, like, damn
Shawty like my name, wrote my name in the sand
Now she in my bed, and she rubbing on my hand
Wait, I just peeped, "Shawty, don't you got a man?"
She said, "Its complicated, you won't understand"
I don't understand why these lil' niggas fans
Prolly' 'cause I'm hot, niggas really need a fan
Can't wait for summer, I'm about to get a tan
I'ma look good, they know I'ma be the man
Treat her like a slave, she gon' follow my commands
But she was dry, yea, she was really bland
She had to dip, but I had another plan
Called up her friend, she like, "What you want?"
Damn, I'ma kill this shit
And if they talk, getting smacked, Will-ing shit
They know I walk on the beat and I shit
I know they stalk on my page, now it's clipped, what?
You get clipped with a left-right
All of these niggas see me win, now they get tight
I know I gotta do me and get my head right
I never listen to niggas, like, what you said?
Like, wasn't even paying attention
Shit, that was lesson
You never showing expressions
Gotta be the depression
Get the f*ck out my section
No eight, what you saying?
Nigga check the progression
I'm a devil motherf*cker, that's another possession
I'm wrecking shit, you is not checking shit, I'm heaven sent
Walk in with a big ass duffle bag, it's bread again
F*ckin' with them lame hoes, I'm f*ckin' wit' the best of it
I'm too nice, been too hot, lemme catch my breath again (Ha- ha)
Killin' this this beat, I'm seein' red again, no Tata
Shoot your Mata, and f*ck your thot-thot
Damn, feel like a son of a gun, but it ain't raise me
I know that I'ma make it, watch these lil' niggas praise me
I know they gon' hate, so suck a dick, I could careless
They malding, so they hairless, and your bitch at my crib but at your crib, she be there less
I wish these niggas stared less
I'm 'bout to school these niggas so they need to get a chair, desk, books
Nigga, like all of that
The money? I'm controllin' that
The bitches? Done with forcin' that
They really be some hoes, gettin' leaked it's giving "Porn Reacts"
Nigga that's the way life go now
A nigga been a king, where my throne now?
I'm snappin' they bones now
It's almost Halloween so now I'm takin' they soul now
It seem like everybody walk around wit' a pole now, what happened to fist fights?
Would never hit a bitch, but wouldn't mind if I hit dykes, shit!
I need an audience 'cuz I'm about to speak my shit, ain't tweet that shit
So bitch you could delete that shit
My feet back, kicked up, I don't wanna leave that shit
'Cause I be chillin' and they see that shit
They take advantage like a nigga wouldn't pop off, I take that top off
And nigga you would never know when I drop songs
You never pay attention to a real motherf*cka'
But go and follow all these dumb ass niggas all on the internet
Not gonna lie, physical love, man, I'm into that
But f*ck that bitch, thought she was slick, I ain't into that
By that I mean, her chopped ass, wasn't givin' that queen material
On god that's the realest fact!
Not gonna lie, physical love, man I'm into that
But f*ck that bitch, thought she was slick, I ain't into that
By that I mean, her chopped ass, wasn't givin' that queen material
On god that's the realest fact!
If you f*ckin' with the sound, come on and get down
If you want it in the lounge, come on and get down
If you just hoeing around, come on and get down
And if love is what you found, come on and get down
'Cause we don't discriminate out here
This song's for all types of lovers
All type of clubbers
And all types of weed smokers, know what I'm sayin'?
1nebozo - Get Down (feat. TheDreamWeaver) Lyrics
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This is a dream in one production
Respect it or get decked with it, know what I'm sayin'?
Word is bond
Let's get to it
If you f*ckin' with the sound, come on and get down
If you want it in the lounge, come on and get down
If you just hoeing around, come on and get down
And if love is what you found, come on and get down
I'm from the boogie down, and all we make is raw sound
Like Carmen, I can't be found, Sandiego
Hey, wait though, ain't you 1nebozo?
Yeah, how you know though?
I be hearing your songs, your shit is heat, yo
But back to me though
My method on the mic is ill, bro
The method man, we both rapping but this ain't a band
Jump up, super punch when I land, so understand
That dream is the master of the plan
Weaver dreams, recording songs, to get C.R.E.A.M
Only OG's know what that means
Wu-Tang, a style, not a gang
Ch-ch, bang, bang, bang, bang
Blowing your head off with the old school slang
Level up, Dream got a flow you just can't interrupt
The flow so pure it just can't be corrupt
You keep playing, and the ditch is where you'll end up
Leave him there, he won't get up, he won't dare
You got two choices and the right one's clear
Either get out the ditch, or die right there
If you f*ckin' with the sound, come on and get down
If you want it in the lounge, come on and get down
If you just hoeing around, come on and get down
And if love is what you found, come on and get down
So I'm laying in my bed, and I'm looking at the ceiling
I can't even think, don't know how a nigga feeling
And I'm thinking 'bout weed, I should really get high
Never mind, it's a new day, I cannot waste time, like, damn
Shawty like my name, wrote my name in the sand
Now she in my bed, and she rubbing on my hand
Wait, I just peeped, "Shawty, don't you got a man?"
She said, "Its complicated, you won't understand"
I don't understand why these lil' niggas fans
Prolly' 'cause I'm hot, niggas really need a fan
Can't wait for summer, I'm about to get a tan
I'ma look good, they know I'ma be the man
Treat her like a slave, she gon' follow my commands
But she was dry, yea, she was really bland
She had to dip, but I had another plan
Called up her friend, she like, "What you want?"
Damn, I'ma kill this shit
And if they talk, getting smacked, Will-ing shit
They know I walk on the beat and I shit
I know they stalk on my page, now it's clipped, what?
You get clipped with a left-right
All of these niggas see me win, now they get tight
I know I gotta do me and get my head right
I never listen to niggas, like, what you said?
Like, wasn't even paying attention
Shit, that was lesson
You never showing expressions
Gotta be the depression
Get the f*ck out my section
No eight, what you saying?
Nigga check the progression
I'm a devil motherf*cker, that's another possession
I'm wrecking shit, you is not checking shit, I'm heaven sent
Walk in with a big ass duffle bag, it's bread again
F*ckin' with them lame hoes, I'm f*ckin' wit' the best of it
I'm too nice, been too hot, lemme catch my breath again (Ha- ha)
Killin' this this beat, I'm seein' red again, no Tata
Shoot your Mata, and f*ck your thot-thot
Damn, feel like a son of a gun, but it ain't raise me
I know that I'ma make it, watch these lil' niggas praise me
I know they gon' hate, so suck a dick, I could careless
They malding, so they hairless, and your bitch at my crib but at your crib, she be there less
I wish these niggas stared less
I'm 'bout to school these niggas so they need to get a chair, desk, books
Nigga, like all of that
The money? I'm controllin' that
The bitches? Done with forcin' that
They really be some hoes, gettin' leaked it's giving "Porn Reacts"
Nigga that's the way life go now
A nigga been a king, where my throne now?
I'm snappin' they bones now
It's almost Halloween so now I'm takin' they soul now
It seem like everybody walk around wit' a pole now, what happened to fist fights?
Would never hit a bitch, but wouldn't mind if I hit dykes, shit!
I need an audience 'cuz I'm about to speak my shit, ain't tweet that shit
So bitch you could delete that shit
My feet back, kicked up, I don't wanna leave that shit
'Cause I be chillin' and they see that shit
They take advantage like a nigga wouldn't pop off, I take that top off
And nigga you would never know when I drop songs
You never pay attention to a real motherf*cka'
But go and follow all these dumb ass niggas all on the internet
Not gonna lie, physical love, man, I'm into that
But f*ck that bitch, thought she was slick, I ain't into that
By that I mean, her chopped ass, wasn't givin' that queen material
On god that's the realest fact!
Not gonna lie, physical love, man I'm into that
But f*ck that bitch, thought she was slick, I ain't into that
By that I mean, her chopped ass, wasn't givin' that queen material
On god that's the realest fact!
If you f*ckin' with the sound, come on and get down
If you want it in the lounge, come on and get down
If you just hoeing around, come on and get down
And if love is what you found, come on and get down
'Cause we don't discriminate out here
This song's for all types of lovers
All type of clubbers
And all types of weed smokers, know what I'm sayin'?
Respect it or get decked with it, know what I'm sayin'?
Word is bond
Let's get to it
If you f*ckin' with the sound, come on and get down
If you want it in the lounge, come on and get down
If you just hoeing around, come on and get down
And if love is what you found, come on and get down
I'm from the boogie down, and all we make is raw sound
Like Carmen, I can't be found, Sandiego
Hey, wait though, ain't you 1nebozo?
Yeah, how you know though?
I be hearing your songs, your shit is heat, yo
But back to me though
My method on the mic is ill, bro
The method man, we both rapping but this ain't a band
Jump up, super punch when I land, so understand
That dream is the master of the plan
Weaver dreams, recording songs, to get C.R.E.A.M
Only OG's know what that means
Wu-Tang, a style, not a gang
Ch-ch, bang, bang, bang, bang
Blowing your head off with the old school slang
Level up, Dream got a flow you just can't interrupt
The flow so pure it just can't be corrupt
You keep playing, and the ditch is where you'll end up
Leave him there, he won't get up, he won't dare
You got two choices and the right one's clear
Either get out the ditch, or die right there
If you f*ckin' with the sound, come on and get down
If you want it in the lounge, come on and get down
If you just hoeing around, come on and get down
And if love is what you found, come on and get down
So I'm laying in my bed, and I'm looking at the ceiling
I can't even think, don't know how a nigga feeling
And I'm thinking 'bout weed, I should really get high
Never mind, it's a new day, I cannot waste time, like, damn
Shawty like my name, wrote my name in the sand
Now she in my bed, and she rubbing on my hand
Wait, I just peeped, "Shawty, don't you got a man?"
She said, "Its complicated, you won't understand"
I don't understand why these lil' niggas fans
Prolly' 'cause I'm hot, niggas really need a fan
Can't wait for summer, I'm about to get a tan
I'ma look good, they know I'ma be the man
Treat her like a slave, she gon' follow my commands
But she was dry, yea, she was really bland
She had to dip, but I had another plan
Called up her friend, she like, "What you want?"
Damn, I'ma kill this shit
And if they talk, getting smacked, Will-ing shit
They know I walk on the beat and I shit
I know they stalk on my page, now it's clipped, what?
You get clipped with a left-right
All of these niggas see me win, now they get tight
I know I gotta do me and get my head right
I never listen to niggas, like, what you said?
Like, wasn't even paying attention
Shit, that was lesson
You never showing expressions
Gotta be the depression
Get the f*ck out my section
No eight, what you saying?
Nigga check the progression
I'm a devil motherf*cker, that's another possession
I'm wrecking shit, you is not checking shit, I'm heaven sent
Walk in with a big ass duffle bag, it's bread again
F*ckin' with them lame hoes, I'm f*ckin' wit' the best of it
I'm too nice, been too hot, lemme catch my breath again (Ha- ha)
Killin' this this beat, I'm seein' red again, no Tata
Shoot your Mata, and f*ck your thot-thot
Damn, feel like a son of a gun, but it ain't raise me
I know that I'ma make it, watch these lil' niggas praise me
I know they gon' hate, so suck a dick, I could careless
They malding, so they hairless, and your bitch at my crib but at your crib, she be there less
I wish these niggas stared less
I'm 'bout to school these niggas so they need to get a chair, desk, books
Nigga, like all of that
The money? I'm controllin' that
The bitches? Done with forcin' that
They really be some hoes, gettin' leaked it's giving "Porn Reacts"
Nigga that's the way life go now
A nigga been a king, where my throne now?
I'm snappin' they bones now
It's almost Halloween so now I'm takin' they soul now
It seem like everybody walk around wit' a pole now, what happened to fist fights?
Would never hit a bitch, but wouldn't mind if I hit dykes, shit!
I need an audience 'cuz I'm about to speak my shit, ain't tweet that shit
So bitch you could delete that shit
My feet back, kicked up, I don't wanna leave that shit
'Cause I be chillin' and they see that shit
They take advantage like a nigga wouldn't pop off, I take that top off
And nigga you would never know when I drop songs
You never pay attention to a real motherf*cka'
But go and follow all these dumb ass niggas all on the internet
Not gonna lie, physical love, man, I'm into that
But f*ck that bitch, thought she was slick, I ain't into that
By that I mean, her chopped ass, wasn't givin' that queen material
On god that's the realest fact!
Not gonna lie, physical love, man I'm into that
But f*ck that bitch, thought she was slick, I ain't into that
By that I mean, her chopped ass, wasn't givin' that queen material
On god that's the realest fact!
If you f*ckin' with the sound, come on and get down
If you want it in the lounge, come on and get down
If you just hoeing around, come on and get down
And if love is what you found, come on and get down
'Cause we don't discriminate out here
This song's for all types of lovers
All type of clubbers
And all types of weed smokers, know what I'm sayin'?
Writer: SYLVIA ROBINSON
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Copyright: Lyrics © TuneCore Inc., O/B/O DistroKid