Fabolous - Get Right

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Yo, yall gon' hear this in the nightclubs for a year
 When the song go on, throw on, ya tight mugs or ya stares
 It's like Bugs up in here
 Like Thugs up in here
 Throw ya fingas up like you gon' snipe slugs in the air
 Haters - might have a slight grudge when I'm there
 See the strobes on my wrist, light bubbles in my ear
 Ladies pass through, I might rub on her rear
 Pop Cris' in her face, make her wipe suds from her hair
 Even dykes tug on my gear the way I like strut up in here
 Don't get the Nike's smudged that I wear
 Drinks be flingin, minks be swingin
 The way the pinky-ringin, link be blingin, you think we slingin?
 I wanna see the roof of your coupe, sittin behind ya
 18 inches and up, no sittin on minors
 After tha club hittin a diner, spittin the lines
 And end up in a hotel, gettin vagina

 Ladies- Rub ya tits if ya gettin right (Hey)
 Niggas- Grab ya dicks if ya gettin right (Ho)
 Don't be thinkin bout that nigga that you wit tonite
 Don't be thinkin bout that chick that you wit tonite
 Ladies- Rub ya tits if ya gettin right (Hey)
 Niggas- Grab ya dicks if ya gettin right (Ho)
 If gettin right is the only thing you wit tonite
 Ladies (Hey)
 Niggas (Ho)

 [Verse 2]
 Ma, it's hard to stop and not admit it
 You like the way the drop I got is kitted
 Cops can't spot who is it
 You wanna stop and jot ya digits
 Must be how I hop on yatchs and visit, tropic spots I did it
 The top the watch is glitted
 Make niggas wanna bop they knots, stop and plot to get it
 Like I won't pop a shot in fitteds
 I got the type of machine guns that cops and swats prohibit
 I wanna drop but not to hit it, stop we not committed
 Think we hittin shoppin spots, forget it
 Move ya neck, rock from side to side
 Neva get checked, me and my glock side and side
 This in ya deck let it knock inside ya ride
 We in the 'jects of the blocks in the widest five
 Spendin a grands nutin for 'lous (lis)
 You aint got on a badge playa, so why you handcuffin the chicks?


 [Verse 3]
 Yall hardly see I be 'round
 But when I do, I be, I be down in a VIP lounge
 I get in the club, I dont need ID now
 Bulky knit, can't even see my 3-pound
 Yall know how that kid from B-Stuy be down
 Yall see my C-pound, yall see yall be drowned
 Skee-o, gotta, re-ply she down, which sheet I meet down
 I know she gettin right- HEY
 Ladies tug me when I strut
 So this thug be in the cut, takin bubbly to the gut
 Rays beamin, yall think I be day-dreamin
 But I stay schemin like, "Shortie could get it"
 Next screenin, they see all this ice and grey gleamin
 They like "Damn, Shortie could get it"
 And I may be crazy
 But I see some ladies tonite that should be drinkin my baby's baby

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Author: James Brown, Rich Harrison

Composer: ?

Publisher: Sony BMG Music Entertainment


Released in: 2001

Language: English

Appearing on: Ghetto Fabolous (2001)

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