USDA - Go Getta (Remix) Lyrics
USDA Lyrics
Go Getta (Remix) Lyrics
[Intro: R. Kelly & Jeezy]
[Kelly:] Young Jeezyyy
[Jeezy:] Yeah, I can believe dat... (CTE...) Who else nigga?
[Kelly:] And ya boy, K.
[Jeezy:] Okayye! (Yuh!) 87-32, wha it do?
[Kelly:] Dat's right, keep clappin' ya'll
[Jeezy:] Kinky, I gotchu hommie!
[Kelly:] Oooh, Oooh, Oooh...
[Jeezy:] Let's get it!
[Chorus: R. Key w/ Jeezy ad-libin]
You know we trap all day (Oowhh!) play all night (Oowhh!)
This is the life of a, the life of a (Aye!)
Go getta (Aye!), go getta (Aye!), go getta (Yeeeeeeaah)
And in the club you see a bad bitch, point her out (Let's go!)
Yeah, you damn right I'm a (Aye), you damn right I'm a (Yuh!)
Go getta (Yuh!), go getta (Aye!), go getta (Yeeeeeeaah)
(Let's go nigga, lemme talk to 'em!)
[Verse 1: Young Jeezy]
First I bust-a-right, then I bust-a-left (G'yeah!)
Music so loud I almost went deaf (Talk to em, hommie... Deammn!)
Hit the sweet once and then I hold my breath
Smoke every cigarello 'till it ain't none left
Got 50 in the clip, 20 grand in my pocket (Yuh!)
Money so big, I don't even need a wallet (Ha-ha!)
72' impala same color as the pills (Woo!)
Red, white and blue - the same color as the bills (Let's go!)
Here we go again, it's the motha f*ckin' remix
Whole car smoked up, now I can't see shit (Nahh!)
Heater on my waste, got the sac in the back
Got the whole Escalade smellin' like the pack (Yuh!)
GO GETT'EM BITCH!
[Chorus]
[Verse 2: Bun B]
I'm in the triple black convertable GT Bentley
Trill Under Ground King, got the Queen right with me (Yup!)
And things right with me, and dat thang right on me
I'm a one-stop-shop and a one man army, with the F3000 and the F350
Seven send you to heaver fo' bein' so shifty
We work up on the triple beam and wait on the 4 way
I hit the highway, ya way pimpin' with my yay - there's no way
Dat anybody the scope you and [? ] to holla at the effey
The streets have mi corazon simeion ese.
My seven jesse james and Pimp C is my friend, so
You can take dat to the grave or the bank
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: Jadakiss]
Unhh!... Unhh!... Yo!
Niggas is too frail, you either a snake or a new snail
My heart as cold as the new jail
Everywhere I go they beggin' me
But 1 wrong decision can destroy ya legacy (Unh!)
Lemme see I can break 'em down and take longer to slow sail (Uh huh!)
I'm a chill fo' a minute - sit on 'em and hoe sail 'em
Buisness is just fine, none of ya folks tellin' (Unh!)
Shouldn't have it any other way when you coke sellin'
I don't know what it is, I guess we was raised different (Yeah!)
Blowin' haze standin' on the couch Roseye drippin' (Haha)
Air forces, hard denim, my lofe sweater
D-Block, ya boy 'Kiss is a go getta
[Kelly:] Young Jeezyyy
[Jeezy:] Yeah, I can believe dat... (CTE...) Who else nigga?
[Kelly:] And ya boy, K.
[Jeezy:] Okayye! (Yuh!) 87-32, wha it do?
[Kelly:] Dat's right, keep clappin' ya'll
[Jeezy:] Kinky, I gotchu hommie!
[Kelly:] Oooh, Oooh, Oooh...
[Jeezy:] Let's get it!
[Chorus: R. Key w/ Jeezy ad-libin]
You know we trap all day (Oowhh!) play all night (Oowhh!)
This is the life of a, the life of a (Aye!)
Go getta (Aye!), go getta (Aye!), go getta (Yeeeeeeaah)
And in the club you see a bad bitch, point her out (Let's go!)
Yeah, you damn right I'm a (Aye), you damn right I'm a (Yuh!)
Go getta (Yuh!), go getta (Aye!), go getta (Yeeeeeeaah)
(Let's go nigga, lemme talk to 'em!)
[Verse 1: Young Jeezy]
First I bust-a-right, then I bust-a-left (G'yeah!)
Music so loud I almost went deaf (Talk to em, hommie... Deammn!)
Hit the sweet once and then I hold my breath
Smoke every cigarello 'till it ain't none left
Got 50 in the clip, 20 grand in my pocket (Yuh!)
Money so big, I don't even need a wallet (Ha-ha!)
72' impala same color as the pills (Woo!)
Red, white and blue - the same color as the bills (Let's go!)
Here we go again, it's the motha f*ckin' remix
Whole car smoked up, now I can't see shit (Nahh!)
Heater on my waste, got the sac in the back
Got the whole Escalade smellin' like the pack (Yuh!)
GO GETT'EM BITCH!
[Chorus]
[Verse 2: Bun B]
I'm in the triple black convertable GT Bentley
Trill Under Ground King, got the Queen right with me (Yup!)
And things right with me, and dat thang right on me
I'm a one-stop-shop and a one man army, with the F3000 and the F350
Seven send you to heaver fo' bein' so shifty
We work up on the triple beam and wait on the 4 way
I hit the highway, ya way pimpin' with my yay - there's no way
Dat anybody the scope you and [? ] to holla at the effey
The streets have mi corazon simeion ese.
My seven jesse james and Pimp C is my friend, so
You can take dat to the grave or the bank
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: Jadakiss]
Unhh!... Unhh!... Yo!
Niggas is too frail, you either a snake or a new snail
My heart as cold as the new jail
Everywhere I go they beggin' me
But 1 wrong decision can destroy ya legacy (Unh!)
Lemme see I can break 'em down and take longer to slow sail (Uh huh!)
I'm a chill fo' a minute - sit on 'em and hoe sail 'em
Buisness is just fine, none of ya folks tellin' (Unh!)
Shouldn't have it any other way when you coke sellin'
I don't know what it is, I guess we was raised different (Yeah!)
Blowin' haze standin' on the couch Roseye drippin' (Haha)
Air forces, hard denim, my lofe sweater
D-Block, ya boy 'Kiss is a go getta
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