Chorus: Get ‘Em Up, Now, Gentleman, Wet ‘Em Up Hit Em Up, Now Everyone – Move In Get ‘Em Up, Now, Gentleman, Wet ‘Em Up Hit Em Up, Now Everyone – Ride Out
V1 Yo, I hit em up with a bit of a touch/ Of atypical lyrical visual cinema/ When I set up in the thick of the rhythm I get em intox-I-cated/ Its not complicated I made this one of a kind/ Run of a rhyme, to stun or to blind, fly women from the front or behind/ If they stuck in the line, its something to find/ I aint stubborn to spend, but this one brother been, hunting for dimes/ I pluck em in time, the second I get a chance to/ Hittin the backroom, in the mid of the song we dance through/ Bashful? Never That/ High Maintenance? Send her Back/ This track is for the broke as fuck cats with the better raps/ Seven women stacked in our laps/ Figured that we were prized with Kentucky Fried Chicken Dinner Packs/ Is it a fact? Oh Yes indeed/ T successfully brings the best recipe.
V2 Yo, we gonna play Rawhide all-night/ I’m bringing the broad pipe just to get your walls tight/ Never see it coming with your foresight/ Loving to leave ya’ quadriplegic like a fall from 4 flights/ I’m more like the type to charm t he hell outta ya/ Why do ya’ wanna assume I play you like a harmonica/ On to the next order of business/ Attraction happens in a fabulous simultaneous instant/ Niggas know what blabbin about/ The second your mind reaches a dime piece, you be thinking of askin her out, With the last of bit of doubt/ Taking the drivers position, never settle for the passenger route/ With an ass that’s outlandish T-o-n-e cant stand it/ This woman even got me speak span-glish/ Baby Tu Eres Sexy! Forget It/ She wasn’t feeling the charge like it was bad credit anesthetic/ No time for feeling pathetic/ When at the spot that’s so hot, the liquor be getting tepid/ I’m sick of getting rejected already this evening/ My team’s steaming cause I’m already fiending to be leaving/ Even now, that I be breathing loud/ I wasn’t peeping how there was girl reaching out/ To take my hand, But when I turned Fate Commanded/ I’m left stranded – (Cock-Block) – I HATE THE MAN!
V3 [Beginning Portion Missing From Video] It’s Game Over, restart the system/ Beats spark & blister, whenever T drops the hits/ He tops your list, no stopping this/ Checking the sound for how loud it gets, got your pops knocking fists/ Against the wall, Hence the call for all/ Rappers that pretend to ball to commence to fall/ Eventually you will prolly be stalling for Mom/ To back that ass up, how juvenile of a brawl/ I’m suitable to beautiful tracks/ Due to the fact Im shooting to catch a cutie with back in 2 minutes flat/ Physically Rapture, what your mommy & daddy have manufactured/ Can it get any faster/ Leave it to Brendan Frazier to blast past Ya’/ Ask ya’ dad man your mother be calling me assmaster/ Raps are hazardous/ Tone is a belligerent pacifist, like a pastor’s fist/
But wait there’s more, add the asterisk/ I ain’t leaving the club until I got an ass to hit/ My plans for smashing get tarnished/ Cause there’s nobody left in this piece to get it started/ And I don’t flip for the typical harlot, I’m finicky, never begging’ your pardon/ Knowing I’m sprung whenever a certain part of my anatomy hardens/ I’m honest…Dickin a chicken with an Elektra-magnetic figure ala Carmen/ Goodness, Gracious/ Tonedeff as nice as skies are spacious/ Vivacious… Knock a Hotty liable to fry some ice glaciers/ Rock hard bodies attached to nice faces/ Bras of high weight, or tall with tight waists/ Or Thongs that vibrate in all the right places/ Never hit up the bar for my tastes/ If you’re less shy wasted than buy 9 cases/ Time is wasting I’m chasing the scattered ass/ Contemplating my chance of a latter pass/ At the honey that was taken from me, snatched from my grasp/ That’s it! I’m about to tackle the task/ So, I dash in the path of her man with a laugh/ Just to act natural plus she was mad bashful/ My rap flow canceled her plans, left her man surpassed/ Then I took her to tantra class.
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