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little brother – gotta get dat lyrics

“somebody in the house say, “yeah”
if y’all really like to rock the funky beats, somebody in the house scream, “h-ll yeah!”
say, “hoooooo!” [x4]

verse one [l.e.g.a.c.y.]
the fourth member can it be?
little brother’s extended family
adopted to drop this
coca cola cl-ssic
bout to blow this rap sh-t
gone away
a chucky doll, you wanna play?
red headed
that jeff goldblum sh-t? leg said it
one of the best to date
a cannibal
eatin’ a meal off your chest plate
for great nourishment
for the sake of embarr-ssment
leave this rap thing alone
i’ll be the last king on the throne
royalty
bit the fruit, the apple spoiled me
bad mcintosh in the partridge
tear sheets of the tablet off of knitted pumps
but don’t sweat the technique
i tear flesh off beats
down to the pink
almost drown when i think
things beneath the sea
the difference between vhs & dvd
see the details
see me re-bel
revolutionary
the last breathin’ poet
couldn’t touch me with a rhyme
even if i wrote it
the death of thoughts in a baby’s head
figure four ma, left y’all crazy legs
i rock steadily
who ever thought of testin’ me?
the epitome
lyrically
the listening
you hearin’ me?
the listening
you hearin’ me?

chorus: [x8]
“say hooooo!”
we got to get it

verse two [big pooh]
i put pens to paper
my thoughts a well executed caper
droppin’ giants like sky scr-pers
block buster deals
spinnin’ wheels for these merges
the world love to take people urges
and turn them into fixations
why you think we got playstations?
everybody needs a vacation
even n-ggas hatin’
or d-ck ridas with they jaws hangin’
the birds chirpin’ and they stay fakin’
i ain’t your average n-gga
a realist, 5-10, when the weather’s bliss
240 when the hunger hits
a couple plus if i submit
currency helps my pants fit
i stay saggin’
dyin’ to hop on nc’s wagon
the seats takin’ and we ain’t draggin’
your girl know cause she stay braggin’
talkin’ bout she ain’t givin’ a wop
well we’ll see when the album drop

chorus

verse three [phonte]
don’t come around me if your lyrics is weak
when i spit for the streets i rhyme outlaw
in my former life, ran with dillinger’s peeps
still refuse to sell my spirit to eat
promoters on that bullsh-t better get us now while n-ggas is cheap
while i’m just tryin’ to write rhymes and listen to beats
go to work, pay my bills and put dillon to sleep
not a veggie altercation
this legitimate beef
b-tch n-ggas sold us out but i kept the receipts
and extension files from ’em
revenge is a motherf-cker
payback is a b-tch
and pain the b-st-rd child of ’em
and we gonna hurt n-ggas
awe, god d-mn it she gonna hurt n-ggas
that’s what y’all get for tryin’ to jerk n-ggas
and work n-ggas screamin’ out, “peace.”
k!llin’ hip hop in the southeast
i’m aimin’ at y’all mouthpiece
slowly makin’ me a mean n-gga
cause cats be back stabbin’
like eddie levert playin’ the scream k!ller
and you ain’t seen iller than this
it’s phonte, l.e.g.a.c.y. and pooh drop definitive sh-t
remember truth that i’m seekin’ with y’all
if i sound upset
that’s just my ambition speakin’ to y’all
b-tch -ss n-ggas

chorus

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