ass HOLE! Get out the fast dramer says your moving to SLOW! On your marks, get set, ready, GO! (repeat) (Verse 2) I told panic We don't get no static
(Chorus:Birdman) Get your shine on {3x} So nigga stop hatin' Get your shine on {3x} You know we gonna make it Get your shine on {3x} So nigga stop hatin' Get
On the good foot Ho, get on the good foot On the good foot Get it there, get it there Ho, now bass, play on it now Come on, get it, ah, get it Get on
move And get up on it I see why I've got a thing for you You make me feel so good inside I wanna get it started Let me get up on it, baby Now when
've learned to feel the meaning of my past And if youre gonna live tomorrow You gotta get it on today Got to get it on today Got to get it on today (
Cause I'ma live my life Ay papi, let's get down Let's get down, let's get down It's just a party baby come on Let's get loud, let's get loud Let's get
what I told her on the phone Been a while since I made her smile And I know she's gonna dig my style Could you enjoy, baby Really enjoy, gettin' it on Could I get
on (Thug on) Get 'cha thug on, get 'cha thug on (Get 'cha, get 'cha, get 'cha, get 'cha) Get 'cha thug on, get 'cha thug on (Get 'cha, get 'cha, get
get on So I can't wait 'till I get on Ima push these rides when I get on Spit these lines when I get on Ima be king when I get on So I can't wait
keep it coming, coming Where do you get love Down below or from somewhere above Got a scary feeling I know Where you get love Where do you get love
that, jerk that while I work that guaranteed that Im on mur(murder) that yea Chorus: Let me get you on yo toes, cause your bedroom game is cold! Let me get you on
phone Ain't nobody talkin' me down I will destroy you, I've shown my soul, come on Ain't nobody, listening to you I'll be your eyes, your ears, get on
But I must admit that there's still a part of me That thinks we might get on That we could get on, that we should get on
get on I wish I could tell you face to face instead of singing this stupid song But yeah I just think that we mite get on So I went to that party, everyone
What time is it? Where you are? I miss you more than anything Back at home you feel so far Waitin' for the phone to ring It's gettin', lonely livin'
wants to crush You're messing with the wrong nigga (Yes he does, baby) Get up on your gangsta girl, get up on your gangsta (Get up on your gangsta)
long u get on my damn nerves damn nerves damn nerves iim glad were not 2gether now! and now iim all riight cause wiith u everythiing was all wrong u get on
get on my damn nerves Damn nerves, damn nerves I'm glad we're not together now And now I'm alright 'Cause with you everything was all wrong You get on