Down For The Count

Girl Talk

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    Oh, baby do you know what that's worth?
    Ow
    Oh, Heaven is a place on earth
    They say in Heaven, love comes first
    We'll make Heaven a place on Earth
    Oh, Heaven is a place on Earth

    We got em goin' down for the count
    Yes sir it's the beast from Decatur
    Cain't see enemies and the haters
    Real sharp on my thing like a razor
    Blade, come clean like a shape up
    So guess I got a game of tape up
    But e'rybody gonnaa feel the need to say sum'n
    But can't speak up whenever you face 'em
    Thats what I call microphone gangsters
    Yea I got 'em okie-doke, teah I'm raw you know my flow
    Cause B.O.B. be actin hard like a Viagra overdose
    Talkin that noise on all them songs
    A buncha lil' boys but you all look grown
    Those niggaz there and these niggaz here
    It really don't matta cause they all just clones
    Go to school, read a book, be a lawyer
    Hell yeah man I'm all for the cause
    Ain't tryin to get involved with the law sir
    But a nigga will get caught with the Mausberg
    And that just ain't a threat on the song
    Don't get it wrong cause this track is my own
    Cause niggaz that slip they don't last long
    We got em goin' down for the count, lookin' at the ground
    That's why we got haters, that's why we got haters
    Haters everywhere we go, haters everywhere we go
    Haters everywhere we go, where we go
    Haters goin' down for the count (ONE) lookin' at the ground (TWO)
    I think you're a hater, I think you're a hater
    Haters everywhere we go, haters everywhere we go
    Haters everywhere we go, where we go, haters goin down for the count

    I got them diamonds on my neck
    Got patron in my cup
    If you want it come and get it
    Shawty I don't give a fuck
    See it's Friday night
    And I just got paid
    I done had a hard week
    Now its time to celebrate

    (x2)
    Shake shake that ass
    Rock rock them hips
    Shake shake that ass
    Damn, damn

    Damn, damn
    In the middle of our street

    Damn, damn
    In the middle of our-

    Niggas on me because I'm fresh
    Applebottom jeans (..)
    He hatin' on my (..)
    I'm a show my ass
    I'm a (..) count my cash
    Niggas on me because I'm fresh
    Everything gon' change

    Bang bang bang bang

    I'm a pop my collar like no one's ever seen

    Take a nigga, break a nigga
    Pop that pill
    Turn up the mic

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    I'm doin' this right
    I'm a take a nigga
    Break a nigga
    Take a nigga's life

    If messin with (..)
    You're fucking' with your life
    I'm doin'
    I'm doin'
    I'm doin' this right

    Shake shake that ass
    Rock rock them hips
    Shake shake that ass
    Damn, damn

    Oh, we goin' overseas with this baby, overseas!
    Oh, what, what you say, baby girl?
    I know you, and I know what you like to do.

    Yo, see all I do, drink my brew, get high too
    I get high too
    Yes I like, what you like, good lesbian, don't call her a dike.
    Nope!

    She just bounced, she comes over, left coast style, she ain't sober!
    She rolled over, (he'd get posered?), chip on her shoulder, (been done colder?)

    (Bad man good?), keep it hood, sell your soul (with a break in the wood?)
    She just bucked, keep in the club, ride the rub, ride the dub

    All I do is party, ha, ha, ha, ha
    All I do is party, ha, ha, ha, ha
    So bounce low, bounce low
    Bounce high, bounce high
    All I do is party, ha, ha, ha, ha

    This here's a jam for all the fellas
    Tryin to do what those ladies tell us
    Get shot down cause ya over-zealous
    Play hard to get females get jealous
    Okay smarty go to a party
    Girls are scantily clad and showin' body
    A chick walks by you wish you could sex her
    But you're standing on the wall like you was Poindexter
    Next days function, high class luncheon
    Food they're serving, you're stone-cold munchin'
    Music comes on people start to dance
    But then you ate so much you nearly split your pants
    A girl starts walking guys start gawking
    Sits down next to you and starts talking
    Says she wants to dance cause she likes to groove
    So come on fatso and just bust a move

    La la la
    La la la la la
    La la la
    La la la la la

    Just bust a move

    La la la
    La la la la la
    La la la
    La la la la la

    Just bust a move

    Give it to me, break a hip
    Like whoa
    Girl, shake your tail, shake your tail
    Give it to me, break a hip
    Like whoa

    You make me wanna say
    Oh oh oh oh oh
    Oh oh oh oh
    Oh oh oh oh oh
    Oh oh oh oh
    My god

    Ah hah, okay
    Ah hah, okay, whassup? Shut up!
    Ah hah, okay, whassup? Shut up!
    Ah hah, okay, whassup? Shut up!
    Ah hah, okay, whassup? Shut up!

    Get it, get it, get it girl
    Get it, get it, get it girl
    Ah hah, get it girl, okay, get it girl
    Get it, get it, get it girl
    Get it, get it, get it girl
    Ah hah, get it girl, okay, get it girl
    Get it girl
    Get it girl
    Get it girl

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    Composición: Gregg Gillis

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