Pras - Get Your Groove On Lyrics
f/ Most Wanted, The Product G&B(Chorus)This goes out to all of y'all females and malesWithout it, with a job, a-get your groove on(A-get your groove on)Come and get your groove on(A-get your groove on)(Pras)Refugee Camp, uh-huhNavy Seals, All-stars, come on, come on, come on(Pras)Yo, yo, yo, so you wanna be startin somethinNot for nothin, but yo, Pras is only good for, steady pumpinI go bust I'm inflammable yeah, you disgust meYour flow is horrible, see your man gotta carry youHyper water balls say no more your words are too cheapToo affordable, you incapable of runnin your labelGoin against my crew is very irrational, improbableunthinkable, yeah quite impossibleSo what's your motive, tell me, what's your agenda?Try to slide under my name is all proper beginnerTackle the crime, run out of time, in the wrong state of the mindIs a sign of the time, you was quick like Cower MarieType a kid, slowly for what, his birthI'll drink you like a bloody MaryWhy try, you die, black eye, you rough guysTry to light my fire you get burnt with smoke eyes(Chorus)This goes out to all of y'all females and malesWithout it, with a job, a-get your groove on(Get your groove on)Come and get your groove on(Get your groove on)And tell my people that's rowdy bout itIn the click about it, about itLet me see ya scream and shout, a-get your thug on(Get your thug on)Come on and get your thug on (come on, come on, come on)Everybody come onWhere you been, on tour, niggas get no dumberIt's scary; I know exactly what you did last summernothin, chilled low (low), do you feel dough? (dough)I mean that real dough (dough) *****es still real slow (slow)You got show dough, go in, split thatWe'll be gone till November, when y'all niggas get backAh, did y'all ever go, ever flow, guess we'll never knowA lot of cats talk about it, hoes screamin, whether showsYo it's crunch time, ya want mine, you hardly know meBut when we blow, you'll catch them off guard like KobeNow we did star as Rodies, point shamper would notLauryn, we know Tone, with the camper would notI'm not Puff, but I can stop, best you knowTest the flow don't do it, be the next to blowNigga check your seen my style is flyBetter get her, I'm on point like, Alan Nigh(Chorus)This goes out to all of y'all females and malesWithout it, with a job, a-get your groove on(Get your groove on)Come and get your groove on(Get your groove on)And tell my people that's rowdy bout itIn the click about it, about itLet me see ya scream and shout, a-get your thug onCome on and get your thug on(Come on, come on, come on)Everybody come onSee cats real clever like me bringin the strongHad a deal for a year, can't write one songBeen side too long, your advance picked upI'm like Kane in 88, I'ma tear sh upSpitter, six flows average dudes can't stand meI'm nice and ease state, bringin heat like MiamiYou never got to let me flow I still kick itNever got to light my six, I still whip itTell your chick not to see me no more, I still hit itShe tossed and committed, player the shot did itAnd Mr. Dibbs in it, then leave it aloneWatch me floss all night, no, get your own, what(Chorus)This goes out to all of y'all females and malesWithout it, with a job, a-get your groove on(Get your groove on)Come and get your groove on(Get your groove on)And tell my people that's rowdy bout itIn the click about it, about itLet me see ya scream and shout, a-get your thug on(Get your thug on)Come on and get your thug onEverybody come on(Pras)Yo, yo, yo a lot of people thought I left welcome me back like CarterPlay these cats with a vengeance watch them die harderYou play your sound; we'll play our louderAnd stop askin me who the hell the baby's fatherDirty cash countin, my crew never loosinShorty on standby, chief four, jet fuelinWho is to say (say), how many AK's (K)Spread your way, what price you wanna pay?Prices cut, iced seeds, sprinkle on my RoloTriple threat trio, you take us in the Limo, digI'm the safest ride I hear, next to the VolvoSix double-o while you lacin a PintoNo one isn't safe, many had, carry waysI'm fully irate, most ghettos don't want to gateWe play Grammy's you play Ricki LakeBaptizin sinners at the Salt Lake City baby(Chorus)This goes out to all of y'all females and malesWithout it, with a job, a-get your groove on(Get your groove on)Come and get your groove on(Get your groove on)And tell my people that's rowdy bout itIn the click about it, about itLet me see ya scream and shout, a-get your thug on(Get your thug on)Come on and get your thug on (get your thug on)Everybody come on(Pras)Uh, yeah, come on, stop it, stop itThis goes out to all of y'all females and malesWithout it, with a job, a-get your groove on(Pras)To all-them niggas locked downAll them real niggas nahmean?
