Get Down

Lyrics

[Intro: Cam'ron & Marvin Gaye] Get down (Uh-huh) They never said we couldn't get down (Killa) Long as we added in the fun sometime (They never said we couldn't get down) It's like I'm psychic and shit Get down (I called this shit about five years ago) They never said we couldn't get down Long as we added in the fun sometime (Dipset, all day, every day, man) Santana, Jim Jones Freekey be home '07, uh Let's go [Verse: Cam'ron] Remember? I'm a man to respect (Remember?) Remember? Santana was next (Now what?) Now it's not TECs, it's checks and fans he collects (What I want?) I want his wrist, fist, whole hand jammed with baguettes (Ow) Pose for the camera, man (Man), me and Santana, man (Uh-huh) Word to my grandma, "He one bad mama jama, damn" (Damn) So I don't write for the stardom (Nope) I get, booted, zooted (Uh-huh), write down my problems (Why?) I've been through it, headed right for the bottom D.C., nah, would've been a sniper in Harlem (So what?) That's why I throw some dough to my co-D from Kos-tovo Help me get on overflow (Shh), no one supposed to know But she lay me up like the prime minister (Uh-huh) Thousand grams of dope, smellin' like Heinz vinegar (Damn) That was a lot to linger (But what?), but to the top, I bring her (What happened?) When it came to dope (What?), I always copped in fingers (Uh) Money missin', oh, shit, I almost chopped some fingers Slit some wrists, that's when they said, "Oh, shit, he's not a singer" (Oh, he don't just rap) Fuck the rap, fuck the movies, fuck Siskel and Ebert This pistol, I squeeze it, missiles if needed, Killa Remember? I'ma spend my cake, remember? (Remember?) Jim? We gettin' out of 5H? (Projects) Now chefs'll fry us steaks (That's true), it's a higher stake (That's true) Swiss accounts, I'ma show you how to wire cake (Ow) And we from BBO (Where else?), now you a CEO Director, VEO, your own album, here we go (Go) That's my man, anytime I holla, holla with me (Yup) We shared chicken sandwiches, they was a dollar-fifty (Fifty) Budget seven dollars, nickel bag and White Owl (We were fucked up) And hope the chicken sandwich last us through the night, child We ain't care, we ain't sleep, we was night owls (Owls) Insomniatics, our lifestyles compatible Magical, pops gone (Gone), shit tragical Moms won't miss you, my house is where the addicts chill I'm like a teacher (Uh-huh), I need me a sabbatical (What's that?) It's not irrational (That what?), I grew up radical (So what?) And you all are shook (Uh-huh), I bought all my crooks Fuck you R&B niggas, Zeke sing all the hooks (C'mon) Tito and Brick, yes, yes, come again (Damn) They came sun or rain when I had that stomach pain [Outro: Cam'ron] Uh, uh What else? Uh