Gettin' It On.... All I want to do is get it on..... Wanna do it, wanna do it with you Be gettin it, gettin' it, gettin' it, Be gettin' it, gettin' it
once again, now you know it's on.. [Chorus] Just awaken shakin once again, so you know it's on Just awaken shakin once again, ho you know it's on.. [x3] [Verse 2] Playas on
you makin cheese Half the shit you makin bitch, glorifyin Gangsta B. Thinkin bout my nigga clout, Playa Fly's in the house Fly so high funkytown, man
Bab) [Chorus: A group of people] Fuck a wanna be BITCH Playa Fly you remember to say hello to your great Granny Fuck, fuck a wanna be BITCH Playa Fly
your kids hear a nigga speak on gettin money Ain't nothin funny cream Got a nigga seein things Why, hit the lye hope to God I can fly Lethal weapon
settle some things, but now that games done I see your face red, you're gettin wasted You play with fire, it'll get you like you're K-Fed We on the record
take it off (TAKE IT OFF) Say take it off (YOU BETTER TAKE IT OFF) Say take it off (TAKE IT OFF) Say take it off (BETTER TAKE IT OFF) [Busta Rhymes]
bet he didn't count on, a little nigga like me comin' round {Giving you things to think about cause I know whats up} Since he ain't tryna step it up,
If you love something let it go, if it comes back to you it's yours. If it doesn't, it never was. Hold me down baby Chorus(2x): Either let me fly
and hope that he hears it Little kids in the street Never sleep never eat Carry burdens of their mommas' and the papas' To the hell on this Earth Gettin' hot gettin
is bangin, nigga your hooks did it Your lyrics did and your gangster look did it So I would write it if y'all could get it Bein intricate'll get you
I got everything You got nuthing You ain't got nuthin on me [Juelz Santana:] I'm on da grind till da police come With dat pistol on da side boy don't
doin' it or these cats is losin it I be Eazy, fall back and be coo wit it, Ball barrer is movin it, Dead float I'm through with it I'm da SHH, Na, na,
it motherfucker, get cho' hands up Well throw yo click up, throw yo click up Got damn it motherfucker, throw yo click up Throw yo click up, throw yo click up Got damn it
down ya s*** dont play games, they up the chain, and they let her do everythang and anythang, hit tha thang and they love it gettin’ it in, gettin’ on
set we on catch me standing on da hood of my car We don't play nothin but my songs dem niggaz ain't real they jus rappin homes b4 It's ova money gettin
every bird has to fly At some point every rose has to die It's hard to let your children go, leave home, where they go, who knows? Gettin' drunk, gettin
