Black Knights

Black Knights - Get at Me lyrics

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(feat. Sandman, Shyheim, Two On Da Road)



[Intro: 12 O'Clock (Sandman)]

Two On Da Road right here

(Uh-huh, somethin for the radio, nigga)

Two On Da Road

Uh, Two On Da Road



[Chorus x2: Sandman *singing*]

When you see me at the party homey get at me

And don't be mad when your girl try and spit at me

Cuz when the beat got doo-doo-doo-doo-doo

It ain't no limit to the things that we can do



[12 O'Clock]

I'm at the bar, Long Island Iced Tea

Double shot of Hennessey for this pretty piece

with pretty feet smellin like Victoria Sec'

I could see her bra and panties were pink

Lookin Spanish or Greek, finest thing I seen all week

Movin with her cousin and niece

I'm movin with my mans Monk and P

Stand at the wall, long chrome 3-3-3

Pussy for free like ODB, high off the eves

Bitches lookin like Pamela Lee

Butt-naked on their hands and knees

Roll up the trees, burn somethin 'fore we leave

Give your friend your car keys, slide with me



[Shyheim]

Peace

Hey vagina, use my name Davey Crocket

I'm king of the wild frontier, your sex hostage

MMMMM.. Mr. Lover-man, what's cookin good lookin?

Let's jump in the fryin pan, fuck yo' man

He don't want it with us killas

With E-40 Skrilla, for real-a



[Doc Doom]

Bottle for the Wu years and I'ma hit the flow after a few beers

Just tell the DJ the Black Knights is up in here

Wu-Tang is in here, the whole Killa Bee Gang is in here

and ladies holla when we in here

cuz they know it's Big Pimpin goin on in here

and in the VIP, ho's take it off in here

So get at me cuz I know you wanna spit at me

and I'd be a fool to let that fat ass pass me



[Shyheim]

You wanna ride in the 600 BAAA-BAAAY

with your head out the window like "HEY HEY"

Tell everybody in the hood you my LAAA-DAAAY

We big up for life so you crazy



[Prodical]

This killa dog puffin green gandy, ready to sink through some panties

Caught some eye candy, sippin on Coke mixed with Remy

Yo Monk, shorty got a lot of junk in her trunk

Now she surfin through the crowd for our weed and skunk

A nigga 12, droppin treasures like the jewels of the Nile

Twenty-seven, ManChild from the Isle of Shaolin

We sky Sushi bar, Meoshi par, finest cigars

and the ladies in the place wanna know who we are

Gumah Oz Dubar, my hand all in her bra

So what's the deal ma'? Can me and my Clan Bar Mitzvah?

Call your girlfriends, after-party, house on the hill

Come and do real, she said "I'm burnin heart off the pill"

Drinks for free, I got my own VIP

Two or three, or it can be just you and me

Let's get it on and poppin, crack-a-latin with no debatin

No time for the fakin, baby girl what's shakin?



[Monk]

Catch Monk in the midst of party crackin, don't dance

but I boogie to the beat low key, I stay splashed

And drunk still drinkin, poppin major with the ho's, I'm groovin

with this fat bitch, she stuck with my slang and my dresscode

I got close, whispered "What's up with the Bar Mitzvah?"

Then I grabbed her ass, she laughed with a porno look

and pussy popped her ass on rhythm with the beat

But passed, she with her man but her friends came two cars deep



[Chorus x6]
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