Mase - Get Ready Lyrics
[intro]See, the difference with meWhen I do what I doI do what Im doingBut Im doing it like Im doing it for tvOww, oww, oww, oww, owwKeep ya hands upWhat, what, put your hands upCome on, come on, keep your hands upWe back, we back, we back, we back (put your hands up)We back, we back again (keep your hands up)We back, we back, we back, we back, we back, we backI remember the days of prayin my chips be rightLouie the 13, no more cris tonightGold to me is like superman and kryptoniteSo I pray how I dont miss my flight, switch to nightGet out the plane, it look all strangeSee a man from spain, holding up my nameGive him my things and head down to bag claimAnd I hear somebody scream my nameSo I look back, look once, look twiceLook fast, look left, look rightLook blink, look meeno, look myseThey try tell me honey dont look rightSo, I approach her, it all look kosherBut there was kids runnin up with postersAnd I was startin to lose sight of chaufferSo I had to say nice to know yaGet ready1 - [blackstreet]Get ready, tonightWere gonna make this a night to rememberGet ready, tonightWere gonna make this a night to remember[during chorus]What, what, what, what, what, whatGet money all over againGet money all over againCome on, uh, uh, all outUh, yo, it just so happen this how ma$e stay starredFlip two aces and get two face cardsIt happens, chip stackinI turn around, see a bunch of chicks clappinBut a girl walked by, caught my eyeSo I said, what the *****, stand here and give me luckAnd she whispered in my earA purple one on there and put a pink one on thereI did just that and gave hud a stack, shout Ill be right backIn fact, ima be over here talkin to loveSaid you been around the world, been so many placesHit so many girls, and spent so many facesAnd every girl in the world know who ma$e isBut right now thats really not what the case isLets be real, I know you got billsSo how bout one night and I just gave you a milWhatchu feelRepeat 1[during chorus]What, what, what, what, what, whatAll outWanna blowH world, come on, come on, come on, come on, come onI dont rap for rollies, I rap for starbucksIm that star who get the stars star struckYou a one hit wonder who caught some hard luckIm that kid cats cant wait to scar upBut the show aint over until the bottles is emptyThen girls run out the club, follow the bentlyKnowing that every president need a lewinskyGirls know I aint know you but they try to convince meAnd any chick that Im with already knowYou aint gotta like ma$e, but bet he blowAnd anything that I do get heavy doughStop handcuffin that girl and let her goMy whips got satellite, see it in the graphicsI aint only got eight cuz I fly passed itWhy ask is ma$e a classicKnowin Im from the hood doing deals with magicCome onRepeat 1 until fade while:What, what, what, what, what, whatGet money all over again, get money all over againH world get money againAll out get money againWanna blow, get money againSo bad boy get money againNo limit get money againRoc-a-fella get money againUntertainment get money againCharli get money againBrandy get money againCuda love get money againCardan get money againYo, even cam get money againWe back, we back, we back, we backWe back, we back againWe back, we back, we back, we backWe back, we back again
