CLINTON SPARKS - Get Down lyrics

rate me

(feat. Busta Rhymes, Rah Digga, Rampage)

[Busta Rhymes]

Flipmode Squad, let's keep it hip-hop

Rah Digga, Rampage

[Rampage]

Yo Bust' (yeah)

Let's smack these niggaz all in they motherfuckin face

[Verse One: Busta Rhymes]

This be the shit to go for broke on

'Til we own ships that carry big freight and niggaz harbor coke on

Now let me get my fuckin smoke on

I'll have your mother recitin my shit like she singin the fuckin boat song

Now watch the story unfold nigga

Bullets smackin your face and your chest just like a fuckin drumroll nigga

You ain't know me and my crew, we lockin it up

And rubberband stackin dough in Timberland shoebox nigga, and stockin it up

Too many of my niggaz at the door of the club

that be always gun cockin it up

We put together niggaz like the dick to these bitches

Givin it to 'em in the worst way for actin too {?} bridges

Crackin it down, backin it down

How we give it to niggaz, you know we only smackin it down

Before I bring it to a closure nigga

You think we finished cause my lil' 16 bars is over nigga?

[Chorus]

Aiyyo, aiyyo, get down y'all

Busta Rhymes, Flipmode y'all

Aiyyo, aiyyo, get down y'all

Get down, get-gi-get down y'all

Aiyyo, aiyyo, get down y'all

"We smashin all y'all" - "Flip-Flipmode represent"

Aiyyo, aiyyo - Flipmode "motherfuckers"

Swear to only bring you hot shit, everyday

[Verse Two: Rah Digga]

Keep the five for ya, the ruggedest chick

Spread shit like Tom Sawyer, bitch Will Smith

Be I the Fresh Princess, rulin shit run things

Your efforts is senseless, Hariett Thus

Ridin rare breed, fuck buyin a jar

I smoke the engineer weed motherfucker

Bitch got stuck in Wells Fargo, Brick City hooligan

Squattin at the car show - couldn't be a girly girl

if I tried; crazy slave to the live

But I'm still fly, love four by fours

Cause they ride like a toy, steady jumpin the curb

Pedestrians like "oh boy" I can sing, rap DJ

Work the instant replay

"Even though I'm slurrin my voice" like I was Freeway

Get it right cuz-o, I keep the rhymes runnin

Kind of terror FBI don't even see comin, motherfuckers

[Chorus]

[Verse Three: Rampage]

Ashes is ashes and dust to dust

Y'all see the low Ro', y'all ain't fuckin with us

Rampage nigga, I'm a sick man

Chop you in your face, cut off both of your hands

Wrap your body up, put it in a sedan

Drop yo' ass in a river, this is how I deliver

Got the maggots just eatin your liver, untold mystery

Your name is Swany River, you not a legend

Youse one dead nigga, six feet under

Never comin back, one year later

This is real facts (yeah) tell the feds

just to back up off me

Keep eatin donuts and drinkin that coffee

They say they know my M.O. from Philly to Milwaukee

Got my house tapped with the walkie talkies, shit

I'm just a victim in this case

My lawyer's good, so get the FUCK out my face

[Chorus]