Get Wit It (feat. Snoop Dogg)

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