Shyne - Get Out Lyrics
Feat. slim (of 112)[shyne]Yeah, yeahThis ones for my brooklyn playboysThis ones for my l.a. playboysThis ones for my chi-town playboysAtl, down southNc, scWhere you be?Come on, just play it with me[shyne]When it come to hoes, we dont love not one*****in a friend aint no optionIts a must, her friend assists like stocktonWhen we *****, I gotta have two not oneShe know a freaky nigga like meGet her wet then Im out like strike threeNo doubt, make her girlfriend eat her outAfter we ***** then the exit beat her outBelieve me, we dont love them hoesBreak out, after we dug them hoesYou wanna stay *****, whatcha talkin bout?Get your shoes on, and start walkin onHook: slimm + shyneGet out, I dont wanna hug youGet out, ***** I dont love youGet out, whatcha talkin boutGet your shoes on and start walkin[shyne]You know you hittin, you got me lickin the holeBefore Im stickin the hole up in my faceIn the place most niggas dont see love drug babyIm about to o.d. cocaine *****One stroke be a whole kiYoure feminine, hood from heaven anIll do anything, orals to s and mKeep you satisfied, back ? certified?Come and take a ride, Ill be your great adventureTell ya friends I bentcha, who sentcha?Musta been god, my bedroom angel takenLovin the curves as you purr while Im strokingGrabbin ya hair, dontcha dare shed a tearYou a good girl, dont cryShake that thang that I giveThrow ya back as I digLike a broke matress you had me sprung outBut aint nothin changed you got to get outHookTo all my niggas that know what I meanWhen you ***** a ***** good she dont wanna leaveI go through this all the time***** act like she dont see the exit signStart cryin, how much she love shyneThats the same thing she told my man brianWhat the *****, she think Im stupid?Dont know my pimp blood is deeply rootedInherited, that be my heritageThat I dont give a ***** about ***** *****esSo when we ***** and its overThrow ya pocketbook on ya shoulderPut your shoes on and hit the roadIll kick ya last name once, ***** and rollHook x2
