Heavy D - Let's Get It On Lyrics
[Verse 1: Heavy D]Yeah, this is, uh, super funk you know what I'm sayin'This is for all the players and playettes wherever you at you digI'm talkin' about from this side to that sideEast side, west side, your side, my sideIt's all about being funky. manAyo, give me that microphoneIt's Heavy D the baritone and I'm home alone, dig itAnd I'm always stayin' freshly dipped on 1-2-5thWhere the dogs bark and the dreadlock be sparkin' spliffOkay, okay, okay, okay, it's Heavy D againHallelujah, I'm on your TV screen againYou see me on your MTV and on your BETAnd on your local focal point video showNigga, this how it flow so fly like an eagleNo sequels, no weed, but I get love from all the thugsCause they still my peopleI'm dynamic punks panic when they see meThey get all shook up when my mic's hooked upLet's get it on[Hook (x2)]Untouchables at your door(Let's get it on)All you whack rappers hit the floor[Verse 2: 2Pac]How should I plead, forever thuggin' on a quest to get G'sRunnin' from enemies ever since the days of a seedI'm under pressure the stress will have me drinkin'Thinkin' niggas after me, much too paranoid to blinkWonder why the police don't wanna see me stackin' G'sThey after a playa but I won't let 'em capture meI gotta thank the lord for the weed and the nicotineI can't sleep, close my eyes, I see wicked thingsI keep my pistol by my bedside one in the chamberPreoccupied with homicide my life's in dangerRollin' down the 405, beware of stangersHand on my 4-5 that's what the fame doesI'm probably wrong but I'll never know it til I'm goneFrom out the ghetto where the jealous mother*****ers roamPass the weed let that Hennessey get to meBefore the penitentiaryLet's get it on[Hook (x2)]Untouchables at your door(Let's get it on)All you whack rappers hit the floor[Verse 3: Grand Puba]I thought you knew I stay true to this rhyme thing I doI have all the honeys saying, "Go Pu'!"I flip a style from the projects building 70 apartment 6CI turn food stamps to green stamps rough power ampsAnd sold weed under corner lamps but now I'm just microphone talkinSo when you see my ass have my cash or just keep walkingNiggas got more game than GenesisSeen a movie in L.A. now everybody wanna CBut them youth don't trouble weBecause they fall victim to what they see hey!I keeps it +Reel to Reel+ like my last album title songBut I understand it takes a year for niggas to catch on(hit em in the head dog) So let's get it on! yeaSplit the dutches fill it with the skunk we about toGet wicked in the joint uh Notorious is glorious[Verse 4: Notorious B.I.G.](*cough, cough*)Niggas, now who's the mind blower, the weed growerHave you seen doubles like Noah, the rhyme flowerB.I.G. top notch with the Glock check your pocketsAnd your sockets it's just the way my pops taught meWhen you throw the drop check 'em throughlyThe bastard might spin around and try to bury meAnd dead niggas don't make no movesWhen I'm slingin' in the hood I don't fake no moves aightReminiscin on my swinger daysWhen I drove a Caddy and my ***** sported finger wavesYea she had the Gucci roots I had Sarducci suitsOshkosh-begosh Coca-Cola lookin real cuteJunior M.A.F.I.A. representin BucktownMac-11 *****ed back niggas better duck downFace down you know the routine the creamEarrings you know the drama Biggie bringLet's get it on
