Gettin’ it On

Lyrics

[Intro: Bill Chill] Do you mind if we You and me, me, me, me, me, me we be gettin' it on? What I wanna do, what I wanna do is be gettin' it on All night long, long, long, long, long, long [Verse 1: Gangsta Blac & Playa Fly] See, I pray 'fore every meal, man, that's the way it is Hell never had me, probably couldn't handle me, so I sit and chill Peelin' greens off money stacks, showin' love where love is at Different strokes for different folks, thy anna' keep these devils back Keep my head above my shoulder, wiser as I'm gettin' older Pay attention, sit and listen, comprehend, don't make me fold ya Lay back like that Mack, but I'm G-Blac, Lil' Mon done told ya, fools (Keep Blac down when players jackin', you don't wanna test his cool) T. Wright, ain't no stoppin' us, we risin', lurkin' plenty people When you switch from good to bad, your good, it brings you lots of people Sippin' on some Crooked I., dodgin' all you player haters Brother Bill, he know the deal, 'cause boy, it gon' get greater later Alligators breachin' surface, gotta keep 'em underwater On my hands and knees, I'm prayin', "Please, help us make it, Father" Deal with us today, 'cause yesterday, is we dead and gone Thou shalt not fake it once he make it, until then, we be gettin' it on [Chorus: Bill Chill] All night long Ain't nothin' wrong if we be gettin' it on Good feelings comin' through The way I feel when I'm with you And we be gettin' it, gettin' it, gettin' it on [Verse 2: Playa Fly] Risin' with the early sun, now my day has just begun Ganja on my shoulder as I'm makin' sure I'd take the gun Today is the first day of the rest of my life I'm thinkin' 'bout my family and wonderin' will we be alright Strollin' through the cuts as I aim for the wall of fame '94 was on to me, but know it'll never be the same Mane, it gets so greater later even for you player haters Always for the innovators, sometimes for you desecrators Ibn lives a players life, havin' dreams of much in sight Have a game to campaign? What you got up for tonight? Winin', dinin', feelin' fine and claimin' clouds of number nine And hella killer's what I'm talkin' 'bout, Mountain Funk I might be climbin' Now you see me smilin', lookin' wild and got a loced out face Suckers think they close to me, deep inside I feel disgrace Playa Fly will never mention pain for attention Jone Prayin' that I make it home, stayin' full of holy dope, gettin' it on [Chorus: Bill Chill] 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, gettin' it on What I wanna do [Verse 3: Gangsta Blac] Now we breakin' local laws, crackin', clackin' jaws if you step to this I'll be the teacher, you the student, same old business trick Gankin', drinkin' ain't enough, plenty to be reachin' for Dumpin' back from jumpin' gangsters, bumpin' what he got in store Mastermind of wreckin' thangs, '95, is gotta change No one else to blame, nothin' but fame, grab my pistol, mane Anna' got you livin' scared, shakin' in your birthday suit In and out of Georgia, through the border, still be on too Drug-addicted jackers, what you givin' folks? Advertised, civilized, dreamin' of this danger through these bloody eyes Hypnotizin' hillbillies, flaugin', it ain't in me, Fly Keep your nose up out our business, hitters kill these men who try Break yourself, meet your death, player, I be outtie, jones Nickel-and-dimin', late-night crimin', cut my hands up from the funk Bill, it don't get rough enough, lovin', leavin' 'em broken bones Al-Salaam Alaikum to my brother 'cause we be gettin' it on [Chorus: Bill Chill] Gettin' it on You make me feel like gettin' it on What I wanna do, what I wanna do, say me and you Be gettin' it, gettin' it, gettin' it, gettin' it, gettin' it Hey we be gettin' it on [Verse 4: Playa Fly] Livin' for the week to end, now you know it's on again Playa lovin' Friday, this is Flyday, and I'm clockin' in Make my way to S.P.L. just to yell up at Lil' Frog Then we try to take it easy, but we still stay 'bout our hog Now I chill for every thrill, only got one life to live Don't believe in afterlife, but wonderin' where Heaven is Still, I focus on the streets, obstacles I have to beat Petty games like shootin' dice, a player learn not to cheat I trial from a rival competition that I love to see Players just supportin' me, bringin' out the best in me And when the real ones hear me shout, then we playin' to party out 'Til some players fallin' out and endin', we don't think about and What you callin' clout? Mane, we have that paper all so long Don't keep Fly be doin' wrong, too much my cursin' in my songs Yeah, this still's on, Playa gotta thank the man above Never show enough respect, but Ibn givin' plenty love Love to see us get together, Bill Chill, Carlos P, Slick and Tony Bone, Chante', Gangsta B, and Playa Wheez' If we get to awaken', shakin', breakin' player haters down Suckers make us wait, we don't play, and you know We be gettin' it on [Outro: Bill Chill & Playa Fly] Gettin' it on (Yeah, Killerz On Da Reala, ho)