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Get It Started Video (MV)




Performed By: Tyepacino
Length: 3:54
Written by: Tyler Moore




Tyepacino - Get It Started Lyrics
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(Nobody) (that beat fyuh bruh)
Ay ay ay ay ay ooh ooh ooh oooooohhhh
Ooh ooh ooh oooooohhhhh
See now I'm focused
Unlock my full potential
I go tap inside and go see what's deep in my mental yeah
I'm tryn write my pain away, I'm signing my initials yeah
N****s out here got y'all fooled these n****s artificial yeah
But you been knew
Bitch I been true (damn)
Bitch I been me, you n****s should've been you damn
Tryna clock me I'm sturdy try to knock me
Like a apple on my wrist these n****s tryna watch me
N****s tryn, n****s tryn go and fox me
But I be like a Dalmatian I got a hundred spots B
Smoking on that 93 got gas just like a Nazi, possibly
I'm in it and it ain't up for debate
I'm tryn be up there with the greats yeah
When you mention me you gotta say top 2 and not 3
Bitch they can't stop me
I'm juiced up like a Hi-C damn
Only way you don't see that if you cannot see
N***a cuz you blind see
N****s be Ray Charles
I got them keys
I got them bars I got them bars
Like I was cellular on Mars
I got shells for you oh gosh!
Cottonelle that boy he soft
Smoke on tree you f*ck with me I just might have to go and bark
That bitch calling me a dog yeah
(Nobody)
Don't trust nobody I just do it for my dogs yeah
Matter fact I do it for myself
Bitch I call myself Pacino cuz I don't f*ck with the help
They try shelf me I just had to go jump off that shit and boss up
This like dropping T's they tried to cross us
Why they envy me that start with E, spelled Tye with bars yuh
This a spelling bee, Akeelah pat her leg she off one
Took some L's I lost some
Let's get this shit started I got what I want
I'm so fly my flight departed I sit in the front
I'm the pilot, I'm a leader and they follow
Watch your step I drip I'm styling
Wet floor sign I stand up solid (stand up solid)
All that tough computer talk
They copy, control+v me
I'm a magician, did Sleight of Hand and they believed me
So I ain't gotta tell no war stories n***a
N****s they feeling my speech see
That's just to say the least see
Had to go and beat the odds and make it even
Shorty sneezing
I told her, don't f*ck with that f*cking Coca-Cola, that odor
It be potent
Sour diesel what I'm smoking
I see my window of opportunity ain't closing
(I thank God for everything)
But I said let's get this shit started what you talking for
Yeah, n****s say "I can't rap"
"I can't make them beats"
"I ain't in the streets"
Yeah, how I ain't slanging heat damn
But I'm into beef
Psych naw I be into me damn
F*ck my enemies
You keep yo bitch on a leash
Can't get money while you beefing
My heart cold my shit anemic
Your pockets skinny bulimic
UFO, the stars I reached it
What they amazed, they afraid, they enraged
See they hate
Got a lot on my plate
Photoshop crop away
Two-step and that bitch got loose neck
Loose lips sink ships
I'm sharper than toothpicks (a toothpick)
But I'm clean like a sink bitch
I'm cold need a mink shit
Big body truck like Brinks bitch yeah
Honest with these n****s like my name Abe Lincoln
If you're more honest with yourself you'll make it let that sink in yeah
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(Nobody) (that beat fyuh bruh)
Ay ay ay ay ay ooh ooh ooh oooooohhhh
Ooh ooh ooh oooooohhhhh
See now I'm focused
Unlock my full potential
I go tap inside and go see what's deep in my mental yeah
I'm tryn write my pain away, I'm signing my initials yeah
N****s out here got y'all fooled these n****s artificial yeah
But you been knew
Bitch I been true (damn)
Bitch I been me, you n****s should've been you damn
Tryna clock me I'm sturdy try to knock me
Like a apple on my wrist these n****s tryna watch me
N****s tryn, n****s tryn go and fox me
But I be like a Dalmatian I got a hundred spots B
Smoking on that 93 got gas just like a Nazi, possibly
I'm in it and it ain't up for debate
I'm tryn be up there with the greats yeah
When you mention me you gotta say top 2 and not 3
Bitch they can't stop me
I'm juiced up like a Hi-C damn
Only way you don't see that if you cannot see
N***a cuz you blind see
N****s be Ray Charles
I got them keys
I got them bars I got them bars
Like I was cellular on Mars
I got shells for you oh gosh!
Cottonelle that boy he soft
Smoke on tree you f*ck with me I just might have to go and bark
That bitch calling me a dog yeah
(Nobody)
Don't trust nobody I just do it for my dogs yeah
Matter fact I do it for myself
Bitch I call myself Pacino cuz I don't f*ck with the help
They try shelf me I just had to go jump off that shit and boss up
This like dropping T's they tried to cross us
Why they envy me that start with E, spelled Tye with bars yuh
This a spelling bee, Akeelah pat her leg she off one
Took some L's I lost some
Let's get this shit started I got what I want
I'm so fly my flight departed I sit in the front
I'm the pilot, I'm a leader and they follow
Watch your step I drip I'm styling
Wet floor sign I stand up solid (stand up solid)
All that tough computer talk
They copy, control+v me
I'm a magician, did Sleight of Hand and they believed me
So I ain't gotta tell no war stories n***a
N****s they feeling my speech see
That's just to say the least see
Had to go and beat the odds and make it even
Shorty sneezing
I told her, don't f*ck with that f*cking Coca-Cola, that odor
It be potent
Sour diesel what I'm smoking
I see my window of opportunity ain't closing
(I thank God for everything)
But I said let's get this shit started what you talking for
Yeah, n****s say "I can't rap"
"I can't make them beats"
"I ain't in the streets"
Yeah, how I ain't slanging heat damn
But I'm into beef
Psych naw I be into me damn
F*ck my enemies
You keep yo bitch on a leash
Can't get money while you beefing
My heart cold my shit anemic
Your pockets skinny bulimic
UFO, the stars I reached it
What they amazed, they afraid, they enraged
See they hate
Got a lot on my plate
Photoshop crop away
Two-step and that bitch got loose neck
Loose lips sink ships
I'm sharper than toothpicks (a toothpick)
But I'm clean like a sink bitch
I'm cold need a mink shit
Big body truck like Brinks bitch yeah
Honest with these n****s like my name Abe Lincoln
If you're more honest with yourself you'll make it let that sink in yeah
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Writer: Tyler Moore
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