Lyrics Young Jeezy

Young Jeezy

Get It Right

Heard it's popping at the spot, time to get right

Call up my dawgs tell em get right

Call up 'em broads tell em get right

Poppin' bottles till we fall

Everybody switching them sides who can you trust

Believe what you wanna believe what's to discuss

Young a type a nigga that throw you the whip and ride the bus

And still give the nigga my last, enough is enough

Bad bitch with me and she makes bread

Let her ride the dick like a Ten Speed

They tell me turn up so I change gear

They know me in this motherfucker like Cheers

Hood nigga yea and I'm living major

Whole fucking hood know I made ya

Whole fucking block know I saved ya

Your own fucking folks knows I raised ya

See I kept it 100 from the fucking start

Call me Mel Gibson, got a brave heart

See they money get low and they get tight

Homie gone with the games, nigga get right

Heard it's popping at the spot, time to get right

Call up my dawgs tell em get right

Call up em broads tell em get right

Poppin' bottles till we fall

Stuntin on these hoes

Stuntin on these niggas

Yea we blowin on these figures

Keep em coming we gone do it all night

Got the whole hood with me we bout to

So now you ain't fucking with me, that's how you feel

Like I was ever fucking with you, get for real

And I ain't done what for who, nigga for real

You claiming that you put niggas on, get you a deal

Acting like Rico from Belly, that's what you doing

Homie don't really know what it is, what you pursuing

But fuck around nigga with Young he'll get you ruined

Thought we was going in tonight, fuck is we doing

Real talk nigga I ain't the bitch type

Don't make me fuck your bitch, bet I'm your bitch's type

Have her looking broad day with a flashlight

Dull ass niggas stay tryin' to find light

Acting ass niggas give em 3 strikes

Heard he rapped to the judge gave em 3 mics

Never in my life seen niggas acting like dikes

Nigga go'n with the games, homie get right

Heard it's popping at a spot

It's time to get right

Call up my dawgs tell em get right

Call up em broads tell em get right

Poppin' bottles till we fall

Ain't stuntin' these hoes

Ain't stuntin' these niggas

Yea we blowin on these figures

Keep em coming we gone do it all night

Got the whole hood with me we bout to