could just trust you heart To make the right decision I can lead you only half way baby Please say we can get down and down, down, down, down, dirty baby Chorus: Can we get down Can
we can get down and down, down, down, down, dirty baby And it's calling you And it's calling me Callin' me sexually Please baby Can we get down? Can we get
we can get down And down, down, down, down, dirty baby It's calling you It's calling me Sexually Please baby Can we get down Chorus Can we get down (
Перевод: Jon B. Можем ли мы Get Down.
(feat. NAS) [Rap] 2000 Jon B Y'all, N.A.S. Y'all To the def y'all, come on, get it right Look at them brown nosein' my click pullin' up with purple roses
hood, all the way down South (YEAH!) I ain't Mike Jones, keep my name out'cha mouth bitch (Mike Jones) We can get it crackin if it get to clickin clackin
ass up and down and get low (get low) Bend over to the front touch toes back dat ass up and down and get low (get low) 3,6,9 damn she fine hopin she can
is our lives… We can't fuck this up… We gotta get it right… If you wit us and you ready for war Then let's Ride!!! LET'S show ‘em how we do in the south
to sit up on the porch And talk about when we get older now we up against the ropes Yeah, they kickin' niggas door down 'cause it ain't no dope On the
Bim What we drank? That Patron Keep the bottle poppin' all night long What we smoke? That gush Presidential shit George Bush How we do it? Like this Get crunk, b-b
ahead, turn it upside down Put my finger in the ground, turn the whole f***ing world around Maybe this time I can get mine (I can get mine), should have
up, Daz Yeah, Lil Jon, whassup with that ***? She want it Gucci'd up, jewelry'd down Give a f*** if you fine ***, we got to clown Break it down for all
Jon, and Bun B So that's the King of the South.. the Underground King.. the King of Crunk.. and King Kong all on the same song Heheh.. aye Jon, they ain't ready We
so the contract wouldn't con me Ten times harder and twenty shades darker than Jon B. This round I'm a killer menace, better get down with the militantest
that, love the way I spit that I don't kit kat push your wig back, get you shit snatched Get your ribs cracked, got a friend have me kick that Get that
the hood, all the way down South (Yeah) I ain't Mike Jones, keep my name outcha mouth bitch (Mike Jones) We can get it crackin' if it get to clickin'
