Get Wit It (feat. Snoop Dogg)

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Now it's a few rules to the game if you really wanna play
 Let's get this straight off top
 Bitch get wit it
 And roll up, roll up
 Can't talk about it, be about it, we gon' have to see about it
 Yeah, and get wit it, get wit it
 And roll up, roll up
 Isaiah 54:17, no weapon formed against me shall prosper
 I got a whole team of angels guarding me from all the danger
 And keep that .357 under my seat for all the haters
 Prattlin', one of the last rap niggas snappin'
 Niggas playin' sleep, I'm St. Nick with the package
 Blessed with the gift and only 3 Stacks can match me
 Light years ahead of you niggas, another galaxy
 Boi keep the club packed to capacity
 Hands in the air, bitches make it clap for me
 Automatically, the DJ bring it back for me
 And drop a bomb on it with the horns
 Globally adored
 For sure put Atlanta on the board and I'll be runnin' up the score
 No etiquette like Belichick and Brady on you hoes
 See, now teamwork make the dream work, that's how it goes
 Now it's a few rules to the game if you really wanna play
 Let's get this straight off top
 Bitch get wit it, bitch get wit it
 And roll up, roll up
 Can't talk about it, be about it, we gon' have to see about it
 Yeah, and get wit it, get wit it
 And roll up, roll up
 Gotta keep the money coming on time (Money)
 Need to go ahead and get your mind right (Paper)
 Recognize it's pimpin', bitch, you gon' get wit it, roll up
 Blowing on strong all day
 Shawty keep looking this way (Say what?)
 She recognize the pimpin' and she gon' get wit it
 And roll up, rol up
 First thing she seen when I fell through
 A little bit of talk but I walks with a clear view
 Dynamic, organic, Iceberg Slim selling trim on the Titanic
 Underwater wit' it, let me show you how to do it to the fullest
 I'm the hardest, I'm the realest, I'm the dopest, I'm the coolest
 While I'm doing, while I'm doing, check it out
 And I ain't gotta have a motherfucking record out
 I'm just a West Coast player, say 'fee fi fo'
 Long Beach nigga with that Eastside flow
 Dipped in the sauce, 'imp with the limp
 I'm a pimp and a boss, let me show you how to get it off
 Keep a blue flag to the left of me
 And shoot my shit with trajectory
 Big money, big cars, big toys making big noise
 Holla at 'em Big Boi
 Now it's a few rules to the game if you really wanna play
 Let's get this straight off top
 Bitch get wit it, bitch get wit it
 And roll up, roll up
 Can't talk about it, be about it, we gon' have to see about it
 Yeah, and get wit it, get wit it
 And roll up, roll up
 Gotta keep the money coming on time (Money, money)
 Need to go ahead and get your mind right (Get it, get it)
 Recognize it's pimpin', bitch, you gon' get wit it, roll up
 Blowing on strong all day
 Shawty keep looking this way (What she looking at?)
 She recognize the pimpin' and she gon' get wit it
 And roll up, roll up
 I'm true to it, had a yellow Cadillac
 And I sold my blue Buick
 Spend a lot of money but I'll never blow through it
 Never blew through it
 Only thing I blow through is pussy, I'm never pushy
 In my youth I used to lock it but I don't (I love her)
 Like that, because I'm married and I won't (do nothing)
 Split that pie up, no more, it's gone
 Since Thanksgiving, I split it four ways, it's wrong
 Wrong all for my kids and my family
 First generation Patton clan, bitch, get at me
 I's the pappy, the papi and the father
 The only Maury I rock with are gators or harder
 Crocs, I'm sharper than your Sharper Image
 In your catalog, nigga, eat your spinach
 Or your leafy greens, long BB team
 We don't see no seeds, it's straight bud like they're roses
 Now it's a few rules to the game if you really wanna play
 Let's get this straight off top
 Bitch get wit it, bitch get wit it
 And roll up, roll up
 Can't talk about it, be about it, we gon' have to see about it
 Yeah, and get wit it, get wit it
 (You gots to get wit this shit, man)
 And roll up, roll up (It's real pimpin', man)
 Gotta keep the money coming on time (We gettin' money)
 Need to go ahead and get your mind right (Straight pimpin')
 Recognize it's pimpin', bitch, you gon' get wit it, roll up
 (Recognize when it's in your face, you little bitch)
 Blowing on strong all day (Yes, sir)
 Shawty keep looking this way (You dig)
 She recognize the pimpin' and she gon' get wit it
 (And roll up)
 Say man, she got to choose up, man
 I thought you thought, man
 Bitch been looking at me all motherfucking night
 Yeah, get in where you fit in
 Hahahaha

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Duration
04:39
Key
10
Tempo
104 BPM

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