Everlast - Get Down Lyrics
Get down, get down, get downI see everybody rockin the same old styleAnd everyones sportin the same profileAnd all of yall wearin the same name brandsI hear everybody jackin these played out jamsI wont reach for no gun, punk, I use my handsI rock mikes and roll bikesI cross foreign landsI made my bones out in zonesWhere the twilight beAnd every time I touch a micIts fright night part threeFor every mc that wanna test and tryIn your custom made wearsThinkin you too flyMakin up in gold chainsWhat youre lackin for brainsIts time to call your ma, dukeScoop up your remainsAnd finally lay to rest all the shit you stressedOf boastin and braggin about the toes you tagginIm knock knock knockin on heavens doorWhile every rapper that you simmedIs pimped like a whoreYou see your talk is eighteenThree quarters past fourWhen your doctor slaps my assHear the lion roarThe record sales soaredAnd the world got touredYou say what happened to my bandI say I just got boredNow they call me whitey fordAnd I say praise the lordFind me breakin up your crewsCatch me singin the bluesStrummin and pickin like Im bb kingIts abdul rakimNow watch me do my thingChorusDown down, you goDown down, so lowDown down, till you hit the floorKeep fallin down, till you cant get down no moreYou go point blank rangeWith the scope hes knockinThe psycho might changeBut there aint no stoppinThe moons on the riseWhen the sun start droppinAnd yall need to quit the bullshit you poppincause Ive been hip hoppin since bdpRock the p its freeIts abdul rakimAnd when referring to meYou best respect the nameMake a quick double takeAnd double check your gamecause you about to get dissedIm checkin my listWhen I check it over twiceIts like rollin the diceI hit four-five-six Im all up in your mixI rock good from hollywoodTo the city of bricksAnd all these fake cats scream theyre keepin it realWhile youre makin your dealWell be breakin the sealYou be breakin your vowsLike people worshippin cowsAnd then I hit ya with the whos, whats, wheres and howsLike vinny barbarinoMatt gachinoIm with my man rinoWith the brooklyn lordzCrashin the boards with my soul in a holeI take it back to the futureFrom the days of oldIm too cold to holdToo hot not to burn yaDont stick your nose in business that dont concern yaMight have to tripAnd flip like ike turnerYou too old for schoolin, boy, when Im gonna learn yaChorus
