Tash - Get It lyrics

[Intro] Hello! "Out on the West coast of America A new sound was found It was a tremendous, rage over there And it's been quite a big success here too Here they are with their big hit number..." [Hook] Go go girl, go girl, go get it! (woop woop) Go go girl, go girl, go get it! {*scratched: "OHHHH"*} Go girl, go girl, go get it! (woop woop) Say what? Go girl, go girl, go get it! [Tash] I see one hundred, two hundred, three hundred, fo' Five hundred bad b**hes comin through the do' They knockin down the bouncers better let them girls go Cause all they wanna do is get on the danceflo' CaTash I go get it, it's the same old curriculum Rap dudes that's tattooed, I know you girls sick of them b**hin and they cold until they 80 years old About how much dope they sold but still never went gold Hold that though, let me talk to the females Girls break they Lee Nails sendin Rico e-mails Retail suppliers can't deny us, we riders Try to break Likwid up but they still cain't divide us I hide inside a {?} tell a beam to hit the spacebar You starstruck 'em like a race car pace car Man, spell it R-I-C-O I'm a O.G. all you do is G-O [Hook] w/ minor variations [Tash] Uh-huh, yeah, yeah Now it's seven hundred, eight hundred, nine hundred rat The girls is goin crazy cause they bouncin to the track You pushin girls away, better bring them girls back (c'mere) Cause all they wanna do is hit this thousand dollar 'gnac We crack more chicks than the law allow We the slickest in the business - that's why we draw the crowds T.I. said bring 'em out so we brought 'em out Every bar that I been too we bought it out (y'know~!) Odelay homes while I break your bones I've been rockin microphones since E.T. was phonin home (tell 'em) Born to get it poppin, no if ands or maybe It's money out there girl so go get it fo' us baby [Hook] - 1/2 [Tash - over Hook] J Beam! Del the Funky h*mosapien Hieroglyphics b**h [Del] Bring yo' a** up You want it girl you gotta go get it It ain't fin' to run up to yaaaa And rap you on the fo'head with mo' bread You better learn how to use a computer At least, but no you greasier than Crisco Feet kicked up at the house eatin Nabiscos Talkin 'bout a n***a can't do nothin for ya But you're always rollin with a n***a who loaded {*ka-ching!*} D-E-L, I tell ya fortune If you think I'm fin' to support ya like an orphan (Hell nah!) I don't need a crystal ball Just a list of all the times you pissed me off Won't even lift an arm to wash a dish And then wanna flip when you want some dick? But I won't offer it Has it ever occured to you I might not want you BEITCH? [Hook] w/ minor variations