Puff Daddy - Let's Get It Lyrics
[black rob - almost mumbling]They said that Im a rottweilerAnd Im from the rottweiler house, the rottweiler new york[g-dep]Really, get smacked silly, you get smacked silly*****ing with these niggaz from the, what you gon doWhen you ready? shit I was born readyAnd I was already on fish and spaghettiCreep with the culture, rap I can coach yaAttack like a vulture, see what I told ya?Said Id getcha, wear it if it fit yaYall thirteen inches, I see the big pictureIf its to get richer, Id probably get wit yaIf not burn it, get hot like a furnaceShoot the video, mother***** city permitsWe own the city, on the phone with diddy (*phone sounds*)Red bone pretty, when she get arousedLike to suck her own titty; put it in the videoYa wanna holla got to follow nigga here we goGet you ticket, the train, dont miss itWont reach out, and ya bet I wont visittil my whole wardrobe is-it, now listen(chorus)Make this money, take this money (lets get it)Aint no way you can take this from me (lets get it)Aint shit funny (uh) shake it honey (lets get it)Take it money.. now lets get it (lets get it)[g-dep]Creep with your peopleThough my shit is sweet and low its no equalFront but you lookinOnce I throw the hook in proceed to get cookinWith the game when I sewed itSince you came thought I owed you oneWide big lincoln, whys this guy on the side for the stinking?Watch task force dash forward lookin marveledIts a big chance, big pants, might guard himWith my mans type properBetter learn quick, cause my clique dont argueYou aint my crew, who are you? beat itfore we take off make sure you all seatedIn billboard read it, believe it(chorus)[g-dep]Soul controller, rap ayatollahKids hate me when they older I put cracks by the strollerIm registered voter, mother***** a quotaGive some bakin soda and a quarterBet I flow straight up out the waterIma wreck the game til it say out of orderPut the high score upThen tear the floor upOn the world tour with your whore out in europeHead on the tour busDo what them niggaz in the drop thinks coolerCalled up five reporters to thank my supportersHittin wives and daughtersBrought em neck spray from estee laudersCall puffy to order[p-diddy]Aiyyo, call me diddy - I run this citySend the cops, the d.a. and feds to come get meCats wanna leave me for dead you comin with meGettin head in the bentley red at one fiftyStraight lose it, love two things my family my musicMight co-write and produce itDrop mine, hot 9 exclusiveGot yall hawkin like yusefCause I can, break backs and stacks its no problemMake raps and tracks and go harlemI get worldwide coverageGot so many spots I dont even buy luggage, ya love itMake moves major, hide out in asiaIf your girl keep comin around them Im a blaze herIm the bad boy flavor, light blue gatorsNot guilty, and Im filthy, cmon(chorus)[black rob (puffy)]I be the eastside soprano, rob marcianoFlow in ery channel with the iverson handleForty-five sparks turn your day gray flannelSnatch the yay of the mantle, then proceed to dismantleCant slay robHow many niggaz done tried to play rob, quit they day jobTired of putting broke niggaz under the wingIf I go to jail again Im goin under the bingAct like you gon pull that thing thingYou the only one that always get stuck for bling blingI represent a block in sing singAlmost caught a buck fifty for *****in a latin kings queenMoves for paper, booze no chaserBullets out the blazer four-fifth with the laserCome and get your shit splitted, newspapers said I did it(he aint do it) now lets get it (lets get it)(chorus) (x3)
