Wale

[fox69]

"Girls On Drugs"

"Girls On Drugs"


Hey! Happy Festivus everyone!

I promise you ain't never really freak out until you be out at freak hours and see each and every freak out from free couch to free couch

[Chorus x4:]
We go deep and we don't get no sleep
Cause we be up all night until the early light

Man these niggas ain't serious
Do you know what type of women I've been dealing with?
I used to pop blues with my lil' bitch
I call her boo cuz her real one I will forget
I use a Uber to scoop me to SLS
What you expect, a little groupie to see my crib?
Oh no, these niggas ain't serious
Do you know what type of bitches I've been dealing with?
Try to tell me adderall make her get a rush
Used to use it to study until she fell in love
Told me that lil buzz make her think a lot
Told her "Nah you lying, cuz you don't eat enough"
Nah Nah Nah
These women ain't serious
She sprinkled a little something up in her lip
Start sipping and now she sweating, her lips clenched
Kind of dizzy, her friends tell her to get a grip
I'm trying to get me a real woman to take out
But for now, they're wild
They rather get it in

[Hook:]
Girls on drugs
Girls on drugs
Girls on drugs
Pills and such when them beers ain't enough
They still need love

[Chorus x2]

In her purse where her hand go
She disperse by the handful
Coco make her go up
Nothing popping, pop a zan when she laying low
Bars to break, so many bars to break
She at the Grammy's turnt, none of the stars is fake
She like "Oh my God, I'm on the moon and shit"
And my particular moon like a platoon and shit
You know the niggas I be dealing with
Politicians and niggas living it on the rip
And my position to give this shit to little kids
Is not official unless I'm giving them authentic
We're all living with small demons
We're all sinning, it's all similar
Broads with us and they bong hitting
Let me tell you about the bitches I've been chilling with
The really insecure ones look good as shit
Nothing fill the void of a little pill
A little shot, she ain't shy when the shit spill
And it's hard to feel alive when you're feeling dead inside
Beside that the lime light be so real
Let me tell you about the bitches that I kick it with
Told me nobody love her so she cut her wrist
Not enough for the hospital but cut it close
That's why she want to get high because she's feeling low
Told me pour me a vodka pill and little smoke
So I could numb her insides and we will never know

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Globetrotter"
(feat. Tity Boi)

"Globetrotter"
(feat. Tity Boi)



[Wale:]
Standing on the couches
Her man is out of towning
Have some adultery, baby
Don't you go be so childish
Not into diamonds I'm shining
Just to get geechied out
When it get too cute I say "cool"
I just let Miss Reesy know
Magic City, a staff of the fattest asses
My Black Bentley is rented, right now I'm stackin
This is my passion, I'm out
Atlanta, smashing some action
And it's not just talk, when I
Get to the box I'm dashing like Cassius
40 nights I was suffering
Bought a condo like fuck it
Like a condom that's fucked up
I'm the wrong one to fuck with
Love it, they need it, the illest young'un
To speak it, there's really something about me
That make hot emcees go anemic

[Tity Boi:]
2 chains, I got 2 bitches
Watch me put it together like 2 Swishers
Got your baby mama in the new pictures
If you don't like it, hope you
Got your tool with ya!
I'm an eskimo, nigga, I got cold bars
And my bank account look just like a phone card
Have to move that bitch so far she need a postcard
Then I switched the grill on the Chevy, got a nose job
Wet lips on the rims: I call em "blow job"
If they ain't getting money tell em "go rob"
Yea I'm ballin' hard like a globetrotter
Now I got em on they toes cause my flow hotter

[Hook: Tity Boi]
I'm balling bitch: globetrotter
If that pussy good, I tell that bitch
"Let's go shopping"
These shoes right here ain't come from Foot Locker
I give a girl what she want - but no dollars

I'm ballin bitch, you stallin bitch
3 cell phones and I still won't call a bitch
I like mine with no pork in it
Want a meal with no fork in it
[?], I ordered it
And I'm a shit where your toilet is
I hope you recorded that
Too short, I'm born to mack
Too dope, two cups, this Codeine not cognac
Come close, catch a contact
I got a loud pack in my cargo pocket
Catch your girl in my condo poppin
And ain't no way you're gonna stop it
Hard top, I'm gonna drop it
When I drop the top, she drops her ass
Pop fast then pop tags
And I'm oh so calm, smoking on a muscle bag
And I come through your [?]

[Wale:]
Paper chasin, paper chasin
Emcee I'm paper chasin
Take you where you can't see
I can't see forever my lady
The envy, we on bitch
Recently they been on me
[?]
Hold up, couple rollers
Got a nouveau and some Moet
And I bet that you gon love me
I respect that you don't know yet
That Moschino shit is so back
But I'm seeing they gon snap
We don't care if a nigga's locked out
We gonna ball all year, nigga know that
Where my Lil nigga Mo at?
Southwest where a little nigga Zo at
[?]
Bunch of whores, lightning 4's
See my Jordans spark, you ain't got no Airs

[Hook: Tity Boi]
I'm balling bitch: globetrotter
If that pussy good, I tell that bitch
"Let's go shopping"
These shoes right here ain't come from Foot Locker
I give a girl what she want - but no dollars

 

[fox69]

"Golden Salvation (Jesus Piece)"

"Golden Salvation (Jesus Piece)"


[Intro:]
Pray
Praises
Give thanks
To the Fada
Holy Water
Jesus piece
But don't nobody wanna know Jesus' peace, no

[Verse 1:]
Niggas use me to shine
I been helpin you stunt
Look why these rapping dudes ain't hit me in months
I don't ask for too much
Covered in VVS's
Women gon play ya closer
And them hungry jokers gon try test ya
Now they bumping your record
Ya confidence through the roof
Still ya show no respect kid
The good book said pray
But you so stuck in your ways
You got my image appraised
Why you sinning out waiting
Fornicating with women I sat right there on your table
Don't bow your head for grace
Though I'm keeping you graceful
Brothers was born to cheat
Though I question who faithful
Fast for me nope
Blasphemy though
Rap to it so racks up
To match up with me froze
How can a diamond supersede my wisdom
I seen a reverend with five of me as he read his scripture
This is bible readings to people with malice intentions
You silly get wits seen ahki with crucifix pendent
With a Cuban attached
On a secular scene
I died for you all
Now niggas die over me

[Hook:]
Jesus piece Jesus piece Jesus piece
But don't nobody want know Jesus peace
Jesus piece Jesus piece Jesus piece
But don't nobody want know Jesus peace

[Verse 2:]
Sierra Leone diamonds
LA to New York got em'?
If nobody stores have me
Some probably would know about me
All over paparazzi
Shout out to Murakami
See they commercialize me
I'm sure there will be more robberies
Work
New chain swag get you crew laid fast
Or laid down or not a ticket next to dad
And the bible told you wait on my arrival
But patience was your problem
So get Jacob to come find me
And religion is a style if not
Then why this shit a quarter mil
No fugazi see Jacob tell you that ish real
Hallelujah the things you do to be the manure
You never thank me at shows but you keep me on tour
Sunday services pastor is the wealthy ones working it
Preaching Armageddon while collection plates been circling the room
Fears but a tool
And Gospel gone commercial pray the purpose isn't cruel
And the workers in the pulpit want they blessings to improve
And they stone me on the cross and niggas stone me for the ooh's
And the ahh's foolish
What am I who are ya
I'm coming down from the sky cause niggas keep praying to shine
Look
Amen

[Outro:]
For the price of fame
What would you do to have em' say your name
See I promise I would never cop another chain but the arms spent on these VS
Got me in that complex page
For the price of fame
When that Bugatti drop my accountant stop me for a second and said not today not today
For the price of fame

For the price of fame
What would you do to have em' say your name
It is such a shame

 

[fox69]

"Goodbye"
(feat. Jean Grae)

"Goodbye"
(feat. Jean Grae)



Soon as the door closes
The story's over for us
My insecurities and worries shall be no longer
So hold back ya tears
I'm walking to that cab
These bags fully packed but baby I gotta ask
Is it something you seen in him that you ain't see in me
Just for my sanity baby right now you need to speak
I need some reasons see cause it's some creatures growing deep inside of my heart right now
I need to free them
Was it me?
Did I not love enough?
I'm sure you not about to tell me you ain't cum enough
I wouldn't fuck another girl out of the club
I was Rodney Stuckey, wasn't givin my number up
You see I promise that the checks comin
Never thought that I'd withdraw them with the next woman
So either you don't believe in a nigga dreams
Or his scene, more foreseeable seeing he has cheese
Which is the root of all negative
The battery packs and any bitch you ever kiss
And men'll chase love
Bitches'll chase cheese
Women will make love to you just to take it from you
So let 'em chase love
Cuz you gon' chase cheese
And while you doin you
I'm glad that it ain't me
I said I'm glad that it ain't me

[Jean Grae:]
Know what?
We might be back in this baby
I'm not antagonistic
Forreal I'm aggravated that gon' abandon this shit
Bananas I'm thinkin' I am for plannin past statistics
My friends unanimous like "You niggas should call it quits"
Not even on the distance factor chicks who pick the rapper
Shit I'm the the rapper
Know the niggas quick to spit they yappers
It's interact of us
Shit in back of us
That we can't forget the past
Counting like an abacus
And sins we got
It may be not the same for you
We dig the plot and never bury pot
So anything do is everything to you
So everything was on the the things I do
Never wrong at any level
I'm the death of you?
And that's the cue
Now I gotta exit after you
You got the first word the last word and fuck it all my passwords
And that hurts
But not as bad as lookin' backwards wishin' that we hadn't been such of a damn disaster

 

[fox69]

"Gullible"
(feat. Cee Lo Green)

"Gullible"
(feat. Cee Lo Green)



[Intro]
Would you believe that?
If you believe that
TV killed the radio
TV killed the radio
Let’s get it

[Verse]
What if they tell you this music was bogus?
The government run it, they controlin the culture
Would you believe that if you read that?
What if they tell you the iPhone was tapped?
And see all of your browse and I know you viewin your apps
And Twitter and Instagram is really like middle man
And internet soldiers, everybody was carrying max
And when they said Obama was in a raid
He actually got a gut, tan and scratch to pair of black
Would you believe that? We reached that, look
How bout they tell you you dyin if you ain’t voting?
So now you vote for one in reline
I got a motion and believe that
You know you doin what you eat
What if they make it less? Talkin you what it do
Talkin you what’s here but never let they mother jump
Part in the flow with consistence control they many souls
I thought it’s it, loaded by television shows
Opinion show with Muslims see what they lovin boy
A little gossip to you keeps watchin it on point
So don’t believe so how they are breaking the law?
A lot of bullets are prodigal to the gullible

[Hook]
I’m turnin on the radio just to turn the TV on (on, on)
I live my whole life in stereo, always singing my old song (song, song)
As it flows into my vein
As it flows into my vein

[Bridge]
TV killed the radio
TV killed the radio
TV killed the radio
And then the internet slit the television throat

[Verse]
And the world star model fell up out the orbit
That’s what that brought a rappin artist behind his mortgage
And now the rappers would visit Shawty, Shawty keep goin
And everybody be laughin at him, he doesn’t know it
‘Cause he believed her, thought he couldn’t be G but such a squeaker
News flash, news flash, it’s a cruel world
And no one’s too thorough to lose it on to a girl
Uh, what if they told you your chip was a boogie
You know, like a hoe, the type I’ve been shootin
You gon play it like nah homie, soon as the car pull up
Tell er you’ll holler at er so get in you gonna lose it

[Bridge]
TV killed the radio
TV killed the radio
TV killed the radio
And then the internet slit the television throat

When I moved forward I gave birth to several episodes
Our generation is turned, we got too many clones
We just believe they gon repeat what niggas told
And all the bullets are prodigal to the gullible

[Hook]
I’m turnin on the radio just to turn the TV on (on, on)
I live my whole life in stereo, always singing my old song (song, song)
As it flows into my vein
As it flows into my vein

[Outro]
I’d like to thank all the beautiful people that came out here tonight
There’s Reese, yea I see you in the bag baby
Oh yea
You hear that? Uh, here to adapt things in the back
Young Dallas
I feel good right now
I just want something bout people but I appreciate
I’m to believe it
You done

 

[fox69]

"H20"

"H20"


[Hook:]
Upper body, might work for that
But you ain't a model where your focus at
Know too many broads, going way too hard
So have a glass of water for your thirsty ass
Like that, your thirsty ass
Know it's a problem and we notice that
You be goin' too hard and never know when to stop
Have a glass of water for your thirsty ass
Like that, your thirsty ass
Know it's a problem and we notice that
You be goin' too hard and never know when to stop
Have a glass of water for your thirsty ass
Like that

[Verse 1:]
She got Instagram, niggas in town prolly been through that
So the niggas from outta get the pics from outta
Niggas clickin' they mouse she get a clip in them
It's like that, broad thick as shit
On the real though I'd prolly do some shit to it
But every nigga I follow prolly been through it
For every dirty dog there lies a thirsty bitch
It's like that, and I ain't perfect miss
But to be modest, I ain't worth a bit
Got a son with no father, ain't got no one to watch her
Only care 'bout the comments sittin' under the pic
It's like that, such a narcissist
They don't acknowledge 'til she blog her tits
Can't get any more out her even that equip
But still make it a problem when I ask to hit

[Hook]

[Verse 2:]
He on Instagram, followin' broads that never follow him
Take a pic of the watch, it might get him some box
But what she won't find out, it don't belong to him
It's like that, with all his kicks
In the club with some bottles and like all his pics
We applaud it yeah, you a boss for real
But it's easy to cop livin' in mama's crib
It's like that, on a search for it
Prolly show you his closet, never show you a crib
Yeah the thirst is real, get to twitter and get on every girl in it
It's like that, type of nigga is you
I'm the type that ain't trippin' cause I be gettin' the loot
Like I'm already groomed, when I come to the room
Talkin' yellow and bare, my nigga Winnie the Pooh
Tryna build me a pool, tryna give me a chick
Tryna see what to do, tryna kick it a bit
Tryna take the steps before you gon' think I know your man
Baby have you a sip, it's like that

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Heaven's Afternoon"
(feat. Meek Mill)

"Heaven's Afternoon"
(feat. Meek Mill)



[Intro:]
In the grand scheme of things
We never were supposed to have shit
Born to lose, built to win
Folarin
Let's get it in

[Hook:]
We ain't supposed to never have nothing
We ain't supposed to never have shit
See the growth in my rhymes
See my focus ain't on them

[Verse 1:]
Nah, at the top is just us, right
Let's get it
PRPS, something nice you ain't know 'em
Givenchy, but no kilt, mi amor
We can't leave, but we love the allure
Hold mine down and stay above what you on
On, I'm appeased and obliged
Scorpio freaks quantity Gemini
I'm a need me a light
Ridin' through the cap, Cap STEEZ on the mind
I ain't know him but I wish I did
Each one, teach one, may the youth live
On that, Joey Bad please hold your head
Lost one last summer, livin' ain't fair
While them niggas scared, we forever in
Hates see you smile, money everywhere
Dream killers out, I see them in the rear
Before I put them in a song, put them in a prayer
Amen

[Hook]

[Verse 2:]
Yeah, I'm focused, it's Folarin here
I reckon your barbershop talk of this
Heavenly father, may the spirit of God
Help whoever at odds get your guidance quick
All we need Keisha, all we need Becky
All we need is God, and fed free fetti
My little buddy lives strong, young nigga peddle
He ain't make it in the leagues, so the streets wed him
Gettin' wet up on the corner in whatever weather
Boy see the jail again, he gonna see the devil
Been a week since he seen his mother
And 18 since he seen the other
I'm a pray for him
It's safe to say, he got some pain within
It ain't too much that I can say to him
Cause my bank statement don't relate to him

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Meek Mill]
I was so fresh, so clean when I stepped on that scene
Pulled up Aston Martin, you could ask them ya'll seen
When I came through this bitch
Paper tagging on lean
Baddest bitch in the game
Nigga that was ya'll dream
Hold up, let me get a feel
Like Jack say hold up
I don't feel these niggas, nah
Hey Wallace

[Verse 4: Wale]
Yap, what's the problem? I'm focused
I'm Kobe, I kill these niggas
I ain't scared of these niggas
Getting higher than Shaquille O'Neal
Field Goal Percentage
Yeah me nigga
Till the brokest nigga with got a mill plus interest
Meek keep living
Get em

[Verse 5: Meek Mill]
When I was dead broke used to always tell myself I'mma still be the shit
'Til my P.O she locked me up
I'mma do the time come home and still be this rich
Still see the bricks, I'mma still be a Mitch
Got these RICO shit tryna kill me and shit
Hol' up, tryna kill me and shit
Let me get the flow back, I was killing this shit
We was killing them strips, drop heads - no ceiling shit
Ain't talking 'bout Wayne, bitch I'm talking them things
300 and change got a million in whips
Nigga

[Hook]

[Outro]
Started from the bottom nigga
But now we grinding till the law come get us
For the money and them commas nigga
But can't forget about vagina nigga
Started from that bottom nigga
But now I got it it's a problem nigga
For that money and them dollars nigga
And I ain’t rich but I'm still shining nigga
I'm still shining nigga
I'm still shining nigga
Shining nigga
We still shining nigga
Shining nigga
We still shining nigga
Shining nigga
Let me shine my nigga

 

[fox69]

"Hella"
(feat. Dom Kennedy & YG)

"Hella"
(feat. Dom Kennedy & YG)



[Verse 1:]
(Uh let's get it, work)
Hella flow, hella bread, hella haters fuck it
LA women in my stable none have been my donkey
Bulimic may be decent, said "baby you need Jesus"
Said "ain't you Muslim Wale?" I said handle yo business
Go and mind it bumpin Gold Alpinas
Rap while mix poetry quadrupled a nigga vagina
And take take down squad stay down
All my bitches in here that's 2 5 say "ooww"
Supercharged out that San Diego medical
And about a move contemplate on this revenue
And heaven knows with this money she can do to you
But I ain't tryna orange suit for hoardin pharmaceutical
Elude the fame in the same breath pursue the loot
When you do your thing ya bang bitches then toodle-oo
Zanotti boots Giuseppe's woo
She throw a fit she threw it at me I just threw the deuces

[Hook 1:]
Hella flow, hella bread, hella haters fuck em
Yea, Hella flow, hella bread, hella haters fuck em
(Uh let's get it, work) Hella flow, hella bread, hella haters fuck em
Yea, Hella flow, hella bread, hella haters fuck em
(Uh let's get it, work)

[Verse 2: Dom Kennedy]
And I been cutting hoes off cause I can't trust em
She switched sides on me other niggas fuckin
But I'm a bounce back like it ain't nothing
And you niggas could never see me
Talk shit but he wanna be me I ont drink Vodka-tinis
I fuck with that straight 'Gnac from here to the state cap
With bitches that lick sacks and niggas that shoot craps
So I don't give a fuck about a rap check
Just cars and assets, rolexes with baguettes
Your bitches got bad breath my bitches get mad impressed
Like "why you can't call me?" "damn, we just had sex"
Hella shows hella girls hella beats crush em
At least hook a nigga up a English muffin
I wonder would she'd like me if I did construction
It's rules to the game you gotta read instructions
We can't split alimony,
Just half of this macaroni have sex then we back to homies that's it

[Hook 2:]
Hella flow, hella bread, hella haters, fuck 'em
(And I been cutting hoes off cause I can't trust em)
(And I been cutting hoes off cause I can't trust em)
(And I been cutting hoes off cause I can't trust em)
(And I been cutting hoes off cause I can't trust em)

[Verse 3: YG]
Haters fuck em, All my haters fuck em
Reason I ain't got no girlfriend cause these bitches I can't trust em
Police duck em middle finger fuck em
I went from robbin the rich I'm a scattish mother fucker
You's a mark, but that's a topic I ont wanna touch on
You the type that don't bust back when you get bust on
Get your bitch before I let her have it
If you don't wanna go to jail boy pay them taxes
Wale reached out (What Up) he a real nigga
I thought he ain't fuck with a nigga like Tommy Hilfiger, salute
Them bitches from the club be boufed
The only reason we fuck with em cause we know they get loose
You got niggas ghost ridin your hits
I got bitches from the Bay ghost ridin my dick
I'm so west coast, I used to be strapped on the metro
I remember asking niggas who had snaps on the petro
But now I got...

[Hook 2]

 

[fox69]

"Hold Yuh Freestyle"

"Hold Yuh Freestyle"


[Wale:]
Ok I'm Wale but you can call me nada
My momma old G which makes me a Don Dada
My momma say I'm akata (nigerian word for american),
Cause my head look like shata (nigerian word for dread head)
The feds like to follow cause my bread like to knot up
So roll up the Marley, my eyes all low up in this party
I'm looking for an Ethio-Somali here beside me
Beside that, Louie where my eyes at
Prada where my feets at
You ain't gon find that
Ask me where my mind at
You could never find out
Ridin' out, 9-5 haters in my hindsight.
More About Nothing
Motherfucker better download
They'ont stock sneakers, see my deals on the down low
Keep em in the closet MJ Noami
I don't need no friends, let the ganja console me
My broad is a trophy
Broads out Moco broads out Southeast
Killer stay uptown, Louden VA tree
Never give my heart to hoes that want my play shit
Chrome they are sewn, roam like it ain't nothing
Yea that was nothin, but look what I made from it
Carmelo straight stuntin
Purple label 8 hundred
I bet I get the fall Rose had this summer
Real nigga shit
ATL was sippin them
Magic city sippin them
Gucci bucket cover my dreads, I think I 'm Gilligan
I don't really mess with the feds, I'm a militant
If they not talking no bread than we ain't listening
Straight Lane Kiffen them
We ain't playing for rings and that trophy I mention before, I let em keep
Reggie Bush I'm murking my Kardashian (car dash in)
Might as well crash and pass it to Miles Austin
That's how I'm going, hoes want but now I'm on
A couple poems a couple songs and now it's on
And these woman is loving the way that I perform
I like a down-lookin, all for it, flower bomb
Shout out my nigga miles
They stop the whole game everytime I come around
And me and them rappers we don't share no common ground
I'm a a sphere they are squares
They can't even come around
I ain't finished yet, I ain't finished yet
Bitches love me out Houston like spinach dip
Get it?
I got that cold flow, Winnepeg, this is work
I am in a different World, Winnefred
Jalisa all black Caprices,
Bumpin So Far Gone, goin on polices
And me and my broads n Jamal and Latika
So everytime I treat em, the mall gotta re-up
And ya'll gotta relax talking bout that "He wack"
Or they be reminscing over you? Word to P-Rock
Ridin' in a CL, hope I never see jail
And even if I do I know my momma gon be well
Emmelola (mother's name) love her more than she know it
The youngest outta two, see Oboluwale's (real name) grown up
When they hate, I never give a whole fuck, or half shit
Purple haze, purple Half- Cents
I had dollars for a young'un ever had cents.
I have sins so my pants never had lent (lint)
Now I'm getting it everything lavish.
I'm ballin LeBron, lil poncho is Maverick (s)
Ravishing, Rick Rude of rappin you bastards
And I just want to hold her
She all that I can handle

[Chorus: Gyptian]

 

[fox69]

"Hot Shyt"
(feat. Peedi Crakk, Black Thought, Tu Phace, Young Chris)

"Hot Shyt"
(feat. Peedi Crakk, Black Thought, Tu Phace, Young Chris)



[Intro: Peedi Crakk]
Hot shyt, hot shyt, come and get it, come and get it hot shyt, hot shyt
Come and get it come and get it hot shyt, hot shyt
Come and get it come and get it hot shyt, hot shyt

[Verse 1: Peedi Crakk]
Come and get it, I don't know what the fuck to do with it
I wrote it down, took it to the studio and spit it
I tried to knock it in the game of soccer, they ain't kick it
I twist it up in the Dutch Master lit it and hit it
My girl won't lick it, my moms won't cook it
The cops won't book it, my squad ain't with it
I shot it point blank with a gauge it's still livin'
I tried to take it to Jamal and pray it's still sinnin'
Vampires won't rip it, icepicks won't stick it
I took it to Jigga, he couldn't do nothin' with it
I threw it in the river, motherfuckers started swimmin'
I bagged it up, put it on the block and couldn't flip it
Who the fuck gon' buy it?
The Roc won't drop it
Maybe if I put up "For Sale" sign, somebody cop it
State penitentiary cell blocks can't lock it
Hot shyt, bitch, DJ Screw can't (Chop) it

[Chorus: Peedi Crakk]
Come and get it come and get it hot shyt, hot shyt
Come and get it come and get it hot shyt, hot shyt
Come and get it come and get it hot shyt, hot shyt
Come and get it come and get it hot shyt, hot shyt

[Verse 2: Black Thought]
Uh! Come and get it, who want it I got it I'm runnin with it
I brung it from Philly Philly where the crimes get committed
Them rhymes is terrific, beyond scientific
I took it up in a gym, nobody couldn't lift it
Where the hell I'm 'gon send it? Will people 'gon dig it?
I took it to Rich he said it's somethin' wrong with it
He took it to ?uestlove, he on the phone with it
He took it to Pitchfork, he couldn't get a sentence
Who the fuck 'gon touch it? If Snoop won't puff it?
The streets don't love it, your peeps won't plug it
I took it to Jigga he said it wasn't in the budget
We took it to Jazzy Jeff, the brother couldn't cut it
I wonder who 'gon knock it, the world 'gon rock it
The squad 'gon pop it, your girl 'gon jock it
I lost my wallet, glad I had it in my pocket
When I'm up in the party, come and see me get retarded HOT!!!!

[Chorus: Peedi Crakk]
Come and get it come and get it hot shyt, hot shyt
Come and get it come and get it hot shyt, hot shyt
Come and get it come and get it hot shyt, hot shyt
Come and get it come and get it hot shyt, hot shyt

[Verse 3: Tuphace]
Yo, come and get it, I admit it, I spit it kinda diff-er-ent
They, try to put me in the box, I wouldn't fit in it
Coke - wasn't shippin' it, dro - wasn't hittin it
But flippin' them downloads and folks stay clickin' it
Labels won't push it, T-Pain won't hook it
? campaign, straight George Bush it
Showed it to John McCain, said it wasn't crooked
Opened the champagne when Obama ran and took it
The kids won't eat it, the blogs gon' delete it
I sent it to L.A., the nigga couldn't (Reid) it
I gave it to MJ and my homie couldn't (Beat It) (Hee-hee!)
I showed it to Stevie and he said he couldn't see it
Where the hell I'm gon' spread it? My city don't get it
The radio gon' edit, the journalists won't sweat it
Dig it, I don't give a SHIT about a critic
I'm young, fresh, and gifted and I spit it how I live it
Come and get it!

[Chorus: Peedi Crakk]
Come and get it come and get it hot shyt, hot shyt
Come and get it come and get it hot shyt, hot shyt
Come and get it come and get it hot shyt, hot shyt
Come and get it come and get it hot shyt, hot shyt

[Verse 4: Young Chris]
Uh! My pops wouldn't raise it, Just won't Blaze it
Judge wouldn't free it, Charles couldn't see it
And even if they had the horoscope they couldn't read it
He took it upon his self since Def Jam won't release it
Said the artist couldn't paint it, a poet couldn't speak it
Bullet couldn't seek it bad karma couldn't reap it
Said the farmer couldn't grow it, the cleaners couldn't sew it
Johnny Depp couldn't (Blow) it, B.E.T. wouldn't show it
Said the law couldn't cuff it, my lungs wouldn't puff it
Tone couldn't (Touch) it even Bone couldn't Crush(er) it
Said a holster couldn't tuck it Superhead can't suck it
It's born to rock on, explosion, one of the toughest
Said the barber couldn't cut it, rain couldn't flood it
McCain can't beat us so Barack had to lead us
It's the Roc motherfuckers, G-shots, undefeated
This flow is so insane T-Wayne (Can't Believe It)
MOTHERFUCKERS!!!!!!!

[Chorus: Peedi Crakk]
Come and get it come and get it hot shyt, hot shyt
Come and get it come and get it hot shyt, hot shyt
Come and get it come and get it hot shyt, hot shyt
Come and get it come and get it hot shyt, hot shyt

[Verse 5: Wale]
(Kill it!) Okay, Peedi said kill it, euthanasia's in the building
And Wale been on his business since Gang of Six kill it
The people gon' feel it, Alido in the building
A leader to my people, niggas hate it just a smidgen
The city can't stop it, no keys gon' lock it
Believe I been popular, the freaks who been poppin'
The beggars can't borrow, the record sales drop
And name another new nigga wit a sicker Twitter followin'
And the politics are part of it, the radio ain't on it
Promoters say that most of them are 'fraid of my performance
I'm flawless wit the spittin, the rappers don't live it
My ? lenses. my infrared sixes
My infrared maxes and I ain't even matchin'
So gonna bring the bitches, and Peedi bring the Backwoods
And I'ma get some action, who said I won't do it?
I'ma take you out the game, you Mutombo to it
Muthafucka!!!

[Chorus: Peedi Crakk]
Come and get it come and get it hot shyt, hot shyt
Come and get it come and get it hot shyt, hot shyt
Come and get it come and get it hot shyt, hot shyt
Come and get it come and get it hot shyt, hot shyt