"How Ya ****** Get Down" [Prod. by A Tribe Called Quest]

<Intro>

From Brooklyn town all the way to Troy New York

Tell me Asoh don't got that fire to spark it off

<Verse 1>

Left foot, right foot

Baby show me motion

Frankly I'm just trynna fit my future in your ocean

See, the way your body switch put me in a trance

**** a face, cupid never aims whenever he lands

I can prove your old man was a nuisance

She said don't go playing games

So I said baby just dance

She said, born and raised in Illinois

So I am hella shy but show me how your sons get down with these Brooklynites

I can tell that I hooked your eyes

So say goodbye to your innocence

Cause you might have to mourn tonight

Rest assure

Like veterans of dying wars

Mistake me as a ***** and I'll lead to the demise of yours

Rewind the clock when ******* never spared me lanes for striking

Now ******* fight to throw the box

Cause when a ***** grab the mic

That **** is so enticing

Juat thank the dice man

Cause even I didn't see the odds of a ***** like me just rising

But I guess God had a plan for this man

So imma raise hell even if Satan's snakes give a damn

I'm out for presidents to aid me till I'm pinned

But if you ****** think I'm too sick

Tell Monroe to bring the doctor in

Show me how me how your ****** get down

And imma show you how clowned

Right quick

**** your brand and **** your clique

Been controlling the remote since 1996

I am, the only man that can but won't grow

Born 19 nineteen years ago

Yet it still seems my only goal is to break walls and bust flows

I been laid in underground for way too long

At some point I gotta blow

<Hook>

This club was packed but it just got warmer

I been peeped your ass standing in the corner

But hold up wait a minute Mr. Smoke, slow your roll

Cause before I take you home

I'mma need your ass to show..

Can you show me how you ****** get down

Show em how you get down baby (Move your body)

<Verse 2>

Look, turn me up

I bring beats back just to consume while I kill

Turning all these 90's tracks into treadmills

And who would've thought that Brooklyn kid from the east side

Could turn being a square into a cube

And have a different talent for each side

Baby be wise

Cause these dog ass ****** like to howl when the moonshine

Intertwine your vibes with mine

Ever since the greeting

I foresaw us having many good nights

Don't be shy cause I'll treat you right

Guarantee the memories of other lovers will be left aside

And that's word to the ************* wise

Laid an owl out until he told my where my tootsie pop lied

<Hook>

<Outro>