Let's Get into Something - Masta Killa, StarTel

Kaboom, I came through the door

Never seen a girl like you before

Your eyes, your lips, your hair, your smile

Oh baby, I like your style

Huh, I just need a clue, to what a brother like me must do

The touch, the kiss, to hold, me with

Just get that thing started

Oh no doubt, I’m gon' love you right (no, no, no, no, no)

Woman so just cozy now

There when you need me to hold you tight

Never left stressed out, or in doubt (oh, no, no, no, no)

Well welcome to the world of the Real McCoy

Three times a man, never was a boy

Baby, we’re here doing nothing

We should be into something

I’m looking at you, you’re looking at me

It’s all good, girl, burn some weed

No need, you stand around fronting

Let’s go get into something

I’m crushing on you, you’re crushing on me

Let’s go kick and roll some trees

It’s so cool, I moved close to you

I begin to smell your sweet perfume

I smiled, said hi, y’all don’t, reply

I like it when they act too fly

Huh, all insecurities, could never discourage me

The smooth, finesse, I will, impress

Can’t help, but to, confess

I came here just to love you right (no, no, no, no, no)

Woman so just cozy now

There when you need me to hold you tight

Never left stressed out, or in doubt (oh, no, no, no, no)

Well welcome to the world of the Real McCoy

Three times a man, never was a boy

Baby, we’re here doing nothing

We should be into something

I’m looking at you, you’re looking at me

It’s all good, girl, burn some weed

No need, you stand around fronting

Let’s go get into something

I’m crushing on you, you’re crushing on me

Let’s go kick and roll some trees

Eh-yo, peace beautiful, here’s just a few lines

To let you know I was thinking, look I had a few drinks and

Then I lit a bone, thinking 'bout your skin tone

Pretty fat face, with your high cheek bone

I love to hear you moan, you know our phone conversation is grown

You sayin' «daddy come home», I’m all alone

Here staring at your picture, kind of hating, I miss ya

I soon come kiss ya pain and make it better

You dressed with my sweater, for the scent of your man

While I’m out hustlin', black gloves on my hand

My mind pan, pictures you in front of the fan

I know it’s been a little while since you felt my embrace

You miss daddy taste, you pace back and forth

In your Vicky thong lace, the anticipation is great

You can’t erase, the thought of my arrival

Feel the tingle, it’s the sensation

I be rubbing that, holding that, loving that

Girl, I know you like it like that

I’m looking at you, you’re looking at me

It’s all good, girl, burn some weed

I be loving that, holding that, squeezing that

Girl, what you gon' do?

I’m looking at you, you’re looking at me

It’s all good, girl, burn some weed

Baby, we’re here doing nothing

We should be into something

I’m looking at you, you’re looking at me

It’s all good, girl, burn some weed

No need, you stand around fronting

Let’s go get into something

I’m crushing on you, you’re crushing on me

Let’s go kick and roll some trees