Get It Easy

Lyrics

[Intro] The Weeklys, we back What's hatnin' Dizz? My brother Dizz made this The Weeklys, yeah shout out my dude Diabetic Big Eddie Green, ya'mean? We back (You hearin') With 206 Problem (What's hatnin?) It's the Weeklys, Mayan oracle Ghost music one, evil bike rider, yo (Let's get to it) [Verse 1] Yeah, I got a couple of bad bitches in Calabasas Thick as a glass of molasses and clappin' asses Makin' advances, dancin' like that's a classic Pussy lookin' for dictators, that ass a fascist Hit it 'til her back tired, she poppin' a wheelie They know me in New York, nigga poppin' in Philly Some try not to give me my props, I'm not knockin' 'em silly I'm the goat in wolf's clothin', you rockin' with Billy Don't try to play me out my millies, I'm not a Vanilli Niggas steppin' to me wrong, I'ma pop his Achilles I fuck with sexy nerds, I don't fuck with ghetto birds Not even police helicopters on top of my city (Yo) [Chorus] Get it easy, get it easy Let's get the money Make it easy, make it easy Let's make the money Get it easy, get it easy Let's get the money Make it easy, make it easy Let's make the money [Verse 2] I got a couple of bad bitches, they live in Compton Kinda chicks that get bags wit'cha, I hit 'em often We about gettin' mad riches, we into bossin' '63 with the rag missin', we into flossin' .44 with the mag clippin', we into caution Might blast 'cause ass kickin', that shit exhaustin' Pull it out and they ass kissin', you niggas lost in the sauce Leave your swag drippin' right in a coffin And still I don't know why we just can't get along Pray for the day I can come out without my pistol on Ridin' up Crenshaw Boulevard, got my system on Sittin' on factory rims, jammin' like this my song Energy vibratin' higher when I am in my zone Consciously livin' the moment for all my niggas gone Spirit atoned, sit on my throne, gettin' my own, switchin' my tone But sinners are gon' sin, so I'm still feelin' on silicon Like, "Jerome's in the house," bitch, I'm on I'm in the ha-ah-house, the pimp is home I'm like a 2Pac poem, yeah, that's the tip I'm on The rows that grew from the concrete, the realest known [Chorus] Get it easy, get it easy Let's get the money Make it easy, make it easy Let's make the money Get it easy, get it easy Let's get the money Make it easy, make it easy Let's make the money [Outro] Yeah (Yeah) The Weeklys, you already know Family Business in this motherfucka (What up? You know I mean? Yeah) Yo, R-I-P to my homeboy Nate Dogg, you know I'm sayin? I miss you Nate, I miss all them times we used to sit at Cal Bowl Drinkin' a motherfuckin' fifth of Hennessy, you know? Rest in Peace (Yeah) (The Weeklys) Yo, I smell smoke, what's that I smell? Oh, we been doin' this Where the smoke at? (Hahaha) (It ain't even smoke no more) Bark at your dog, ay, Aktive let's get the fuck outta here