Get On The Floor
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Bang on the floor
If you know that your game is tight
Get it poppin', show me mami
Get it and go
Rep your hood and be proud for life
But don't fuck with us
Ayo it's Rapzilla, killa, '08-9
Changin' the game, name Europe's golden child
Debut single sold more than forty thou'
You talkin' all day but you still nowhere, wow
Instead of runnin' your mouth in magazines
Come to the south and batter me
The funniest clowns be mad at me
Blame it on yourself, lyric style and average beats
Shut the fuck up, this the shit
Only Bloodshot knows how thick this clique is
So do you and respect the king
Trust me it won't be sparring when I get in the ring, yeah
Bang on the floor
If you know that your game is tight
Get it poppin', show me mami
Get it and go
Rep your hood and be proud for life
But don't fuck with us
Bang on the floor
If you know that your ass is fat
Get it poppin', show me that
Get money yo
Chrome wheels, see that cloud of smoke
So don't fuck with this
I know a lot of people hate me and wish I was gone
You a bitch and that's why you walk with a thong
E-M-P-T-Y got it tatted on her stomach
We leave niggas on the tracks two hundred
On your marks, get set, go, we stay in the lead
You's a wild boy, you ain't cut for the D's
Come to my block, we got broads like Eve
A ride or die chick with cheese
Say it with me homie, you ain't us
Why don't you toss your keys?
Braveheart, you ain't got one, touch your knees
Simon says I'm on the grind chasin' this bread
Wanna be block buster, that nigga Cali G
Come through lookin' sick strictly sittin' on 22's
Empty stomach sippin' on liquor so honeys move it
Here, 'cause we don't be clickin' with other dudes
And here, if they trip I click it quick and my gun'll do the
I keep 'em all in my holster like a baller supposed to
Fire all mother toaster, whatever it's called
If it get drawn it'll smoke ya
Blow your body all over the wall like a poster
It probably break up the party
Probably my shotty will probably Harlem shake up your body
But then we'll get it, 'cause him will spit it
And pop shots all in they pen will fit us, get it
Bang on the floor
If you know that your game is tight
Get it poppin', show me mami
Get it and go
Rep your hood and be proud for life
But don't fuck with us
Bang on the floor
If you know that your ass is fat
Get it poppin', show me that
Get money yo
Chrome wheels, see that cloud of smoke
So don't fuck with this
It's a mind sublocker
Showin' up in every club, throw 'em like we give a fuck
Holdin' bucks, rollin' trucks, whole club's goin' nuts
Floors are shakin', walls are breakin', boys get
And your girls get naked
So grab and take what you rappers make
You make movie bitches fuck you in your Escalade
Write raps and give me the mic back
Let me, let me holla at my one night stand
'Cause it's hot, it's heatin' 'til it drops from the ceiling
When we comin' through your whole block is bleedin'
Keep runnin' your lips bitch, we not teasin'
Oh my god, the underdog's off the leash
All night he ain't just nice, he the shit, capiche?
No he ain't a thug, he ain't served no bid
But more nights to remember than that pop lockin' kid
He on fire like Croatia's forest in the summer
Look into his eyes you see nothin' but hunger
While counts are facts like the Too Fast soundtrack
He on it and Def Jam South verified that
Hey yo rap, holla at X to pimp my ride
I can't afford to fly like quittin' my 9 to 5
See I don't need to get out of line to draw attention
I stand out like a Jew at a Nazi convention
Bang on the floor
If you know that your game is tight
Get it poppin', show me mami
Get it and go
Rep your hood and be proud for life
But don't fuck with us
Bang on the floor
If you know that your ass is fat
Get it poppin', show me that
Get money yo
Chrome wheels, see that cloud of smoke
So don't fuck with this
That's how we do it
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