Lyrics Joell Ortiz

Joell Ortiz

Get Down

Get down, Yeaaah

Uh, wave at me baby I'm wavy

White Tee and the yankee is navy

JOE L L, yeah I'm jiggling baby

Picking up ladies in that cinnamon Cedes

A1 flow I'm out here getting this gravy

Steak out my crib, turn you into filet mig-non

Cabron, I've been lifting this eighty

I turn your selfie to a pic in The Daily

News you know the rules, boy my city is crazy

Empire state with the liberty lady

The towers drop but them twins still around

Twin Glocks forty-orties And twin four pounds

Who wanna dance I spin you around

Bring you back and kiss you goodbye with a round

[Hook:]

Ahh, now shorty how that sound

I know you're from outta town round here

That's how we get down

You're in the city that shoot

Beside these bitches nothing really that cute

We get down

We don't play at the [?]

One band two band shaking the spot

We get down

Ain't nothing bummy around here

Girlfriend we getting money around here

This is how we get down

Ain't nothing funny around here

Girlfriend a lot of money around here

This is how we get down

Anywhere I'm at is the turn up (turn up)

They scream turn down, I'm yelling for what? (for what)

Winter time I turn the collar of my fur up

Summer time top down flipping birds up

Trying to tell these niggas, now I'm stunning on 'em word up

Fuck it I'm that nigga when it comes to fucking words up

Move without security, and post on any curb yep

Tryina bust a move and watch the eagle lift a bird up

Any now I wanna lift a bird up

Break her off crazy have her shaking like a nerve suck

Looking at her in the corner all curled up

Gave her the Anaconda now it's curled up

Pimp juice I should be Jheri curled up

Dripping from all this game that I'm kicking like the world cup

[Hook]

It's a whole lot money around here

Baby girl we get gully around here

I don't know how they got down there

But trust me we get it popping around here

Pop up pop bottles and pop ya'll ladies

Nah I don't pop molly cause I get crazy

I pop they pop, them nines pop baby

Pop off, nah pap's for real we don't play, Paa!

I get it live so easy, nah I don't mean do this for TV

But you see me

I make these bitches do the Houdini

Have 'em reappear in the Figi's in bikinis

You mad, you got it bad boy face facts

Do it big take a nice puff and tell her take that