“Let Me Get Down”
(feat. Craig Mack, G-Dep, Missy Elliott)
Inject a tall can in his bloodstream if he can
Biggie Smalls, the pussy stroker
MC provoker, chocolate Thai smoker, huh?
I like to max in Maximas and Acuras
Your girl butt cheeks I’m smackin’, huh?
The raw rapper, spine snapper
With the little hookers on my lap-ah
You know the flavor Mack-ah
A shy nigga but I ain’t your fuckin’ comforter
And if I ever fall in love I bet I’m fucking her
Ask the hooker, if I didn’t jook her
If she tried to front, then I drop the Chuckii Booker on her:
“Why you wanna play your games on me?”
Bitch, you’re crazy, commitments, I’m Swayze
No time for the ill shit
Rest with the niggas on that real blood-spill shit
My rappin’ tactics are drastic
Stretchin’ motherfuckers like Mr. Fantastic
So if you wanna see my pedigree
You better be filled with energy, niggas never gettin’ me
So let me get down, let me get down, let me get down, let me get down
Huh, ah huh
Let me get down, let me get down, let me get down, let me get down
(Huh boy, let me get down and funk em)
Yo let me get down, let me get down, let me get down, let me get down
(Yeah uh-huh yeah)
Yo let me get down, let me get down, let me get down, let me get down
(Yo, I just wanna get ’em)
Yeah, yo
Odds even, said shoot (blow)
Asked me the reason, and I said loot
Man that’s all I’m here for, therefore
When death declares war, you know what to prepare for
Shit, one for shelter, book flights on Delta
Live on your station, the radiation’ll melt ya
Cool – I guess your momma raised a fool
You didn’t wanna blaze your tool shoulda stayed in school
Rap terror, shots through your new era
Get it together, y’all niggas shoulda knew better
I’m on point like acupuncture
I might, track and hunt ya, smack and punch ya
Left side, right side, with your whore I might slide
Runnin’ with this big guy, y’all niggas is pint-size
Don’t make a nigga have to show you the pound
And show you the sound, that’ll put you low in the ground
Just let me get down
Let me get down, let me get down, let me get down, let me get down
(What? What?)
Let me get down, let me get down, let me get down, let me get down
(I just wanna funk a little bit)
Yo let me get down, let me get down, let me get down, let me get down
(Ha I just wanna funk, what? Ah)
Let me get down, let me get down, let me get down, let me get down
I be like: “What?” Let me clear my throat
Break the smoke, Missy gotta hit some high notes
Hey! Yo, from coast to coast I burn like toast
So dope that I floats through snow, nigga
Oh, you don’t wanna battle me
The agony be like: “Somebody, help me, please!”
Feel my pressure, never could a bitch flow better
In any weather, I biddy-bang-bang in ya, nigga
Ah-huh, I used to be the chick to lick the lollipop
Now I pop through your body parts
Blow, blow! You like the way I interact
Proceed to smack, any MC that’s wack
Ah-huh, microphone check one two
I do ya tool like them freaks run through your crew
Give it to me, ohs, send it to me, oh
But before I get down, where’s my money?
Let me get down
Let me get down, let me get down, let me get down, let me get down
(Ha boy)
Let me get down, let me get down, let me get down, let me get down
(I just wanna funk a little bit)
Yo let me get down, let me get down, let me get down, let me get down
(Ha I just wanna funk)
Let me get down, let me get down, let me get down, let me get down
(The Mackalicious funk wanna get down.. boy, ha, ah-ha
Mack, feeling the funk)
Bringin’ it live to you bitch-ass niggas
About The Notorious B.I.G. Lyrics
Artist: The Notorious B.I.G.
Related Songs: Rap Phenomenon Lyrics
Album: : Born Again
Release date: December 7, 1999
Label: Bad Boy Records
Length: 75:19
Genres: Hip hop music, Gangsta rap, East Coast hip hop, Hardcore hip hop
Producer: Daven “Prestige” Vanderpool; Timb…