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  • Текст песни inspectah deck - Get Down Wit Me

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    [Intro: DJ Premier sample {Lounge Mode} (Inspectah Deck)]
    Aiyo, what the fuck is this shit
    That ya'll are listening to nowadays on the radio, man?
    {Yo, we gotta get up out of here, son..}
    (Yeah... do not attempt to adjust your radio
    Your system is now under the control of House Gang FM
    Featuring your host for the night
    The leader of the The Rebellion, the Rebel INS
    Yeah, yeah, yeah)

    [Inspectah Deck:]
    Ain't no doubt big homey is sick, heads know me to flip
    Before it goes down, show me the chip
    It's going down, La, throw me the fifth
    Hold it so quick, get ya word out to Donnie and Fisk
    It's the sicker guy, he be hogging the rock
    And don't split the pie, big bomb in his sock
    Now watch him dip the five, plus he spit sick jive
    Rest in peace to that million dollar kid with the Why
    On a city high, wide tires and rims
    Rocking custom made suade suits and mobster brims
    On fedoras, start with three quarters, before rap
    You saw us handcuffed, jumping out the Ford Taurus
    Spitting like a calico, soprano or alto
    No doubt, though, I gets down to my outro
    That's how it go, in the club or the hood
    We the wolves in this rap, like off to no, good, man

    [Chorus: Inspectah Deck]
    Ya'll don't wanna fuck with me
    The Rebel INS, W-T-C
    The crew H-D from the U-D-Z
    You wanna get down, get down with me

    [Interlude: Inspectah Deck]
    Aiyo, Streetlife, what up, nigga? (yeah)
    Size/7 (hit me up), Johnny Blaze (Wu-Tang)
    The RZA (Golden Arms), The GZA, all my fam roll deep
    (ODB rest in peace, baby!)

    [Inspectah Deck:]
    They wanna get with the kid, I give 'em the biz
    That's what this is, splitting ya wig, living it big
    Ain't try'nna see prison or bids, I'm got to get this
    I'm in your crib, son, I did it to live
    Been sick since the crib, now I'm this big, flip wigs
    The main reason money lost his wiz
    Put some money on the wood, I need atleast six figs
    For some money in the hood, watch the hoods get biz
    It's the good shit, kid, not the twenty or gram
    Them fishscale, tip the scale, kill a gram
    I'm choppin' on the plate, bag it up, like weight
    Had you fiending like Dave Chappelle in Half Baked
    The last of the great, I crash and cause quakes
    Got the cash it takes, I might flash my face
    Slash breaks with the fader, watch 'em fascinate
    Straight, pull off a caper, snatch cake and break, nigga

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