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Ras Kass - Get At Me Lyrics

  • Damn nigga, whats wrong wit you
  • [ras kass]
  • (I reign) I reign more cop than johnny
  • Sippin tanquery with o.j.
  • Sportin bruno mali
  • Not guilty but filthy
  • Smellin like chritstian dior
  • Infiniti qx4, gimme yours
  • Of course, sinnin
  • Swimmin in the abdomen of pretty women
  • Love to love ya, like timbaland
  • When in the endin
  • Like three strikes in the ninth inning
  • I rock satin boxers, cotton socks and denim
  • The game he kick, special teams couldnt return
  • Got you wild like a texturizer
  • Burn like the ultra-perm, toss it up like a geyser
  • Sosa, kosher, nostra, like keyser
  • And got a thing for rehabilitating hood-rats
  • Who keep their hair and nails done
  • And they legs waxed
  • I peep that, you got a man, but you want a homie
  • Love a friend, my sentiments exactly
  • Get at me
  • Chorus [karida johnson]
  • I like your style, can we kick it, oh wow
  • Baby, so you can get at me
  • [ras kass] I got no game, its just the women understand my story
  • I got a man, but we can still be friends
  • So you can get at me, baby, baby-bay, baby
  • Verse two
  • Some things make you happy just to be alive
  • Like seeing toni braxton ***** on the cover of the vibe
  • Drive, like hitting two-twenty-five
  • In the pin with no spot
  • I survive drama and then know when to lick shots
  • Keep a top notch just a phone call away from my crotch
  • Never brought sand to the beach
  • Cause these streets is baywatch (true)
  • You know how we do
  • Satin lingerie I see through
  • Now she barely even kiss you
  • Leaving 1-7-7-1-5-4-0-0 on my pager (I miss you boo)
  • Your chicken-head wife was poultry
  • Undersexed and sultry
  • Thats the rhyme and reason why we committed adultery
  • I swear, womens love from bel-air to welfare
  • Chalkin up these frequent flyer miles on con-air
  • Her momma shoulda named her casino
  • She got the liquor in the front
  • Poke her in the rear
  • Chorus
  • Verse three
  • You know my steez though
  • Dark skin and creole, Im bout it
  • Just without the master p dough
  • But see though, my tax bracket decent and increasin
  • Make no mistake
  • You cant get a slice if you dont bake the cake
  • To reverse trick
  • My silly ex-***** transport brick
  • For twenty percent - commission
  • She dressed up with no where to go
  • While Im blowin up your dress like marilyn monroe
  • For show, at my girl party, flowin
  • But I think she caught me like a nazi
  • Now Im servin, she got me under surveilence
  • Like john gotti, now Im signin on the low
  • Actin straight illuminati
  • Dont get mad, Im only being honest
  • Its clarence thomas (***** you ras)
  • You promise
  • Then freak me, slightly below the hips
  • And blow me a kiss with your ***** lips
  • Get at me
  • Chorus
  • Get at me

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