(feat. Celly Cel, 187-Fac, Ant Banks & Gangsta P)



Now come and beat the realness 

Fuckin' these funky hoes will make you feel this 

Drippin' sensation stickin' your ace in the wrong place 

And you'll be ass out dickless, passin' out when you get this 

AIDS shit in your grave, ditch will be dug with a quickness 

So this is the phase of the days when I grew up 

Reminiscin' and trippin' off all them hoes I done fucked 

But it's all good and plenty 

I hust can't count how many trampy hoes I done did it to 

Licked it, did it, split it too 

But shit is cool makin' the thrilla of Manilla 

Scoop up the scrilla boy that cuchi be a killa 

You can feel a order up with a nut and then bounce 

And have that ass comin' up shorter than a fuckin' quarter ounce... 



[Gangsta P] 

Let's get toe down off some X-O, puffin' on the cripto 

Bent corner eyers up on her, super band low down dirty shame 

No need to know your age, bitch, what's your name? 

Said her name was Tammy, lived with her granny 

All I'm thinkin' about is gettin' in her panties 

Got the digits, called her later on that night 

At a two dome sex, flossin' big elex 

Cocked the roof back, bitch, blaze the sack 

Reached the destination, no hesitation 

Out of my clothes in the guts about to nut 

No protection, after two hours hopped out the shower 

Dressed in Eddie Bauer, livin' like a true playas should 

Six years later: test positive cause the hoe was no good... 



If you wanna get your groove on, come and do a little somethin' with 

me... 

If you wanna get your groove on, let's wrap it up before we fuck... 

If you wanna get your groove on, come and do a little somethin' with 

me... 

If you wanna get your groove on, let's wrap it up before we fuck... 



[Celly Cel] 

A-I-D crooked letter 

Mothafuckas better strap up when they come together 

It's a top notch so you ain't thinkin' 

Got your battlefields sinkin', caught late night full of weed, drinkin' 

Got ya creepin' in the unknown 

Steered you wrong even if you get your head blown 

Fool, you still gone, switch up your tactics: fuck with prophalactics 

It ain't about that raw dickin' her and nuttin' on the mattress 

You didn't know these hoes will put the tags on your toes 

Don't knows crossin' up the game because she chose 

Listen to your homie Celly, nigga, before you hit the telly, nigga 

Have a box of rubbers ready, nigga... 



[Almon D of 187-Fac] 

I can't lie, this whole AIDS situation got my brain drownin' in 

illusions 

Settin' niggas up for the conclusions 

I ain't sayin' that I'm gonna live forever 

Gotsta fuck new, get sometime in the future 

Don't got no babies, what about the day when you get married 

I hope I'm layin' in bed with a virgin with a meal that's urgent 

She heard that I was livin' my lifestyle lavishly 

Flashbacks of fuckin' her cousin in the alley 

Smokin' on the twamp sack that she bought the jimmy hats 

Three O'clock in the morning, sideways I was cuttin' the Pontiac 

strapped... 



If you wanna get your groove on, come and do a little somethin' with 

me... 

If you wanna get your groove on, let's wrap it up before we fuck... 

If you wanna get your groove on, come and do a little somethin' with 

me... 

If you wanna get your groove on, let's wrap it up before we fuck... 



[Den-Fenn of 187-Fac] 

Well, here's a serious situation that we facin' 

It starts off by doin' the nasty without patience 

Forgettin' about the condom 

Usin' and abusin' the drugs and methinfedamies 

She wanted to suck my dick head so bad she was beggin' me 

So I stepped to this straight bitch named Sally, Sally 

Threw my slugs at a scallywag at a club in the valley 

Leather trench, all hair down to her shoulders and back 

Some Guess jeans all deep down and her pussy read fat 

To be exact one of my niggas pulled my coat tail 

And told me that the bitch was hectic: A-I to the D-S infected... 



[G-Nut of 187-Fac] 

Mothafuckas be runnin' up in this bitch without no prophalactics 

Filthy tactics, may as well pull the strap to your head and blast it 

Suicidal decisions, livin' your life on the edge slippin' 

With one foot off in the grave and the other one on a banana peelin' 

But I ain't trippin', red ribbons in my chest 

No chemotherapy treatments needed 

Cause I'm a make it strecth to my 

Stapped all over my dick and when I digs I blow they mind back 

And then I grab my shit 



If you wanna get your groove on, come and do a little somethin' with 

me... 

If you wanna get your groove on, let's wrap it up before we fuck... 

If you wanna get your groove on, come and do a little somethin' with 

me... 

If you wanna get your groove on, let's wrap it up before we fuck... 



[Spice 1] 

Some of you niggas can't even say condoms 

Some niggas be talkin' about conderves or condos 

Straight raw dickin' hoes 

You don't know that hoe, man, that bitch can't be trusted 

Better be strapped with about four condoms 

If you plan to keep your life, soldier 

You're gonna be feelin' kinda fucked up and faulty 

When you rappin' up on that stage and your dick fall off into the 

audience 

Silent but deadly way of murder, it's mighty sick 

Gotta have a bullet proof vest for your dick 

Seventeen with the fat hydraulics 

See, us west coast niggas is the most psychotic 

Hittin' switches in my old school with four, fuck three pumps 

My homie said that bitch had more pizzazz with "P" funk 

I'm peepin' in the bitch out at the hoe spot 

Tryin' to throw that virus to my homie 

Betta watch these bitches cause they're fake and phony... 



If you wanna get your groove on, come and do a little somethin' with 

me... 

If you wanna get your groove on, let's wrap it up before we fuck... 

If you wanna get your groove on, come and do a little somethin' with 

me... 

If you wanna get your groove on, let's wrap it up before we fuck...