Get Down

(Feating Chingy)

Shoot back

I'm hard and I'm flossy and I'm all that

You talk a lot of shit

Where yo' bodyguard at?

I got a pocket full of money

Where the mall at? Where the quads at?

Where the drinks, where the broads at?

Niggas fightin' over bitches need to squash that

You shouldn't be disgruntled

Cause you didn't learn to posh that

It's black pussy and I'm still tryin' to wash that

Rinse it up, lip to butt

Right between the center gut

Sit in my lap, and look at my snaps

Drop a 20 and watch these

Troublemakers fightin' for scraps

My drawers so clean, my nuts are so powdered

Don't stress me out, just eat your clam chowder

Tryna stick my honeybee into yo' flower

If you like this record then make the shit louder

It's so terrific out on the Pacific

Green plants and dancin' make you feel lifted

I'm DJ Quik and I'm so fuckin' gifted

That you didn't even feel

When the momentum shifted

I turned the pocket around

And slowed it all the way DOWN

I'm a musical cop now

Get down on the ground, spread your legs

Put your hands behind your back

Get up and walk backwards towards me

You under arrest for them big-ass breasts

And that ass made me think you had a strap

Pick your ass up, get down on your face

Spread 'em wide, where your ID?

Why you tryin to lie to me?

You've got the right to remain (Excuse me miss)

Either you can ride the big-ass bus (I'm pullin' you over)

Go to jail or go home with us (Cos your ass is)

I need backup (extremely too fat)

You need backup Quik?

I'm the right nigga to get

My picks are thick stallion

I'm slangin' the dick, still bangin' the bricks

With the 'caine and the 6, remain in the mix

Because I'm famous and shit

Let the guest in, doors open

My entourage walked in

Let's get some whore scopin'

I'm open for more pokin

On my wrist is 50 tokens, buy that chump

Sold a show out for a mill', try that chump

I'm on the boat still listenin to "Way 2 Fonky"

Park that ass right hurr chick

And make that monkey talk for me

When ya walk I see a clear speech

Come and get it I got some for each

Now I'm bumpin' on the radio

And put it on repeat, play it loud in the streets

Go out and get yourself a freak

The, moral of the story is we ho-hoppin' police

Know your rights, put these cuffs on

You locked in these sheets

Get down on the ground, spread your legs

Put your hands behind your back

Get up and walk backwards towards me

You under arrest for them big-ass breasts

And that ass made me think you had a strap

Pick your ass up, get down on your face

Spread 'em wide, where your ID?

Why you tryin' to lie to me?

You've got the right to remain

Either you can ride the big-ass bus

Go to jail or go home with us, I need backup

Okay, incenst cologne

Women be attracted, got the best sex c'mon

It's somethin 'bout the action

When they flex wet and bone

A model or a actress, I attach this note

Before the script get wrote

She see the list, text you're gone

I tap it make it happen

Stress there's eggs at home

A captain be reactin' to the sweat as you moan

Hold up give me a second

I think Quik got somethin else to say

Before we end this record

This beat is for your uncle and aunt

It's old enough to be dope

But young enough to be hot

Dedicated to everybody been beat by the cops

Just tryin' to get to the party

And pop tequila in shot

The legendary incendiary resentment

For authority figures

From the most vocal of the local niggas

California to death, bringin' Compton to life

Makin' beats that'll snap yo' neck

And have you writin' a check, you need to

Get down on the ground, spread your legs

Put your hands behind your back

Get up and walk backwards towards me

You under arrest for them big-ass breasts

And that ass made me think you had a strap

Pick your ass up, get down on your face

Spread 'em wide, where your ID?

Why you tryin' to lie to me?

You've got the right to remain

Either you can ride the big-ass bus

Go to jail or go home with us, I need backup