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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Rhymefest
Rhymefest
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Che Smith
Che Smith
Composer
Ernest Wilson
Ernest Wilson
Composer
Pierre Barough
Pierre Barough
Composer
Francis Lai
Francis Lai
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Noid
Noid
Producer
Derek Pacuk
Derek Pacuk
Recording Engineer
Serban Ghenea
Serban Ghenea
Mixing Engineer
John Hanes
John Hanes
Engineer
Tim Roberts
Tim Roberts
Assistant Engineer

Lyrics

Get down Get down Get down You need to get down You need to get down You need to get down He need to get down Yeah, I aim to spit, and maim your clique I bang your bitch, bitch, I'm dangerous Down I came to get, up to claim my shit Raw like 'caine and gettin' brain from brainless chicks It's, yo', party, do wutch ya like Dis, my, mission, gon' fuck tonight Up in the club and like see what the buzz is like Niggaz who pop shit gon' feel what crutches like The slugs is like, I keep the whole hood fiendin' I don't smoke but I know what drugs they like I'm the man to see, livin' the fantasy Pocket full of Stones like Sly and the Family Lift your shirt girl, show me the mammaries Next week, I'll still have good memories All I Do, the clique with me Sign the check, nigga don't say shit to me This is history, what rapper you know Before his record drop is a Grammy winner G? Me I came to get, down surround the sound Bounce from town to town, 'Fest gon' put shit Down You need to get down You need to get down He need to get He need to get down We came to get down We came to get down He came to get He came to get down You dangerous, yeah, but I'm game for this, yeah And I don't kiss 'cause that can get kankerous White girls be claimin' the sun is cancerous Pull my dick out and I done caused a damn eclipse I'm on some shit, heh, you want some shit? This my town dawg, watch what tone you get This Windy City nigga, don't get blown to bits Archaeologist nigga, I stay with a bone to pick Goin' tit for tat, black aristocrat Born with a gift to mack anywhere chicks is at Malaysians, Haitians, Asians mixed with black Bring 'em back to the block like yeah nigga, get with that Fuck raisin' the bar, man I made the bar Went to Harvard Law like Cochran, I aced the bar Just in case I get faced with a case tomorrow Look in my face and they race to get Che disbarred Nah I'm chillin' baby, now make it poke child With meditate I help you bring your inner hoe out We'll regulate and get it crackin' like a coke house Pretty panties with some fanny I'ma make her go Down You need to get down You need to get down He need to get He need to get down You got somethin' to prove? Get down baby Oh, she ready to move, get down baby You got to stay in the groove, get down baby He came to get down You got somethin' to prove? Get down baby Now she ready to move, get down baby You got to stay in the groove, get down baby He came to get down Get down Get down He came to get down
Writer(s): Francis Albert Lai, Ernest Dion Wilson, Che Smith, Pierre Elie Barouh Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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