Got Em

J-dawg

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    [Chorus (J-Dawg)]

    (GODD EM! ) As I walk up in da club

    (GODD EM! ) When I step in de spot

    (GODD EM! ) Den I spit my game and I pop my colla

    Cuz I´m throwin dem dollas

    [Chorus (K-Man)]

    (GODD EM! ) As I walk up in da club

    (GODD EM! ) When I step in the spot

    (GODD EM! ) Then I spit my game and I pop my colla

    While I´m throwin dem dollas

    [Verse 1 (J-Dawg)]

    Check out my swagger; GOT EM

    Top down now him's a bottom

    Ed Hardy, True Religion and Prada

    Dese little rappas fresh fi da slaughta

    I own dese rappas, dey my property

    New money everyday like the lottery

    I´m prepared; I´m on the ball like a soccer cleat

    Everyone is after one thing like a hockey team

    You know I got it, I got it like it´s money (I got it)

    You know I´m hot, I´m hot like it´s sunny (Nuh I´m hawt)

    Dem rappas dey soft, soft like rugby

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    But me got dem big stacks like rummy

    I´m on a roll like butta and I got bread

    Ya know I´m crazy, I´m mad like a hothead

    So tight dat if you mess, I cut ya circulation

    Pockets keep getting bigger like him inflation

    I´m all over da like like a zamboni

    But **** if ya try to say I am phony

    I got de bread, I got de cheddar, got da ham on me

    Nothin keeps me from flowin like a dam homey (irie! )

    I got em wit da clothes, I got em wit da kicks

    I got em wit da dough, I got em wit da whip (dat's right cuyah! )

    I got em wit da threads, I got em wit da Jays

    I got em wit da bread, I got am all day

    [Chorus (J-Dawg/K-Man)]

    [Verse 2 (K-Man)]

    I pull up to da club wit a chain at my knees

    It´s so bright it sting your eyes like bees

    Dancin on tha flo wit a girl in front

    Joke House Clique, the one that does the stunt

    To da rap game I´m committed like a crime

    Forget about the time, I gotta do da rhyme

    In the middle of da night I knew that I was tight

    I don´t care if it´s late, as long as I can write

    Nothin like some crap, I got the club packed

    I don´t care if it´s late, as long as I can rap

    My advice is no one needs a nap

    Stick to rap like a lot of sap

    [Verse 3 (P Money)]

    My name is P Money; I´m here to say

    I´m a big bad gangsta from da USA

    I get more cars that you could collect

    I get away in time so nobody don´t suspect

    I´m all about my bread, my dough and flour

    I get the money so that means I got the power

    I need a basement for my chain cuz it hang so low

    Betta get ready cuz I´m bout to do a show

    But don´t mess wit me, I´m a hardcore thug

    Money runnin like water, don´t pull the plug

    My rims are like stars, shinin in the night

    Everytime I got to the club, I gotta start a fight

    That´s meeee

    [Chorus(J-Dawg/K-Man)]

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