Let's All Get Down - Mac Dre

Come on everybody let’s all get down

To this old-school sound with that K-Lou pound

It goes a 1−2-3, 3 to 2−1

Can’t leave my house without packing my gun

I see

Niggas dying

Mamas crying

They sent cool back to jail

I said «ugh, you lying»

Man, I hope they don’t try to strike him out

Have him doing big time in Suzy’s house

Hard times is coming to my town

Graduated from the pen, no cap and gown

Cuz back in '85, school was soup

I wanted Trues and Vogues, so I sold goop

Oops-up-side my head

Next thing I know, I’m doing time in the feds

Big spreads with macks and killas

415s and Black Gorillas

On the rilla, ugh, it’s nothing pretty

Can’t get caught slipping laying under the titty

Gotta be a savage, can’t be no jerk

Boy, I do’s dirt

And I’m a cold piece of work

You’s a smirk

And you’re scared to get down

You better do the hokey-pokey and turn yourself around clown

It’s going down

I thought you smelled it

Niggas PH-ing and they just can’t help it

I keep sucka reppellent

Cuz suckas is tellin

Hear it coming out they throat, I grab my coat and I’m bailing

Two years ago a cuddy of mine

Had to do some time 'cuz a nigga dropped a dime

I’m supa-sucka-free

And they can’t fuck with me

Cuz I’m a R-O-M-P from the C-R-E-S-T

We gets dumb

You know how we come

Making up words like shitty-run-fun

Shitty-run-fun?

Yeah, is you with me?

That’s when your stomach is bubbling and your booty is drippy

Sticky, gooey

Smoke it with the Louie

Step in the throne looking real rag-gooey

Oooowwheeee!!!

that’s how I sound

So come on everybody, let’s all get down