Tre-8 - Get 'Em Rowdy lyrics

(Strange Voice) LIVE!! From Evergreen Supermarket in the heart of the ghetto It's the ghetto GAME SHOW!!!! Where the audience helps prove wrong answers AND, they just pick sh** out of contestants And they get real funky! Okay, okay, okay Today we have three pit bull a** rappers competing For a pound of weed, raid tickets, and a box of Optimo's Here they are! Let's get this sh** on the road! Here's your forever loaded weed smokin' a** host BUBBA BIG SACKS!!!! (Kangol Slim) Hello, hello, hello And we're back live on Ghetto... I'm your host, Bubba Big Sacks and we have today's guests Tre-8, Kangol Slim, Mr. Cheefa Today's question fellas What do you do in the club when they're just not getting rowdy enough? Hold on, hold on, Lil' E? Lil' E? Chorus (Lil' E & Tre-8): (Lil' E) I get 'em rowdy, get rowdy I get 'em rowdy, get rowdy I get 'em rowdy, what? (Tre-8) I get 'em wild, they wild I get 'em wild, they wild I get 'em wild, they wild They gettin' wild,wild, wild (Lil' E) I get 'em rowdy, get rowdy I get 'em rowdy, get rowdy I get 'em rowdy, what? (Tre-8) I get 'em wild, they wild I get 'em wild, they wild I get 'em wild, they wild They gettin' wild,wild, wild First Verse (Tre-8): Me and my rounds we be bustin' Bustas be runnin' and duckin' Hoes they be cussin' and fussin' s**ers ain't messin' with my posse Opthimals we be bluntin' You fools done started a lil' somethin' Wootay that's nothin' to my rounds we came to tear the club down T.L., sixteenth, fifteenth Terry town Everybody that's my rounds, don't nobody mess around We gone tear the club up like three-6 and them We gone shut this b**h down for three weeks and shhh..., Cuz we, came here, to represent That whole fifteenth, to the Cris Get blitzed, get blowed Pimp hoes, they drove Cuz I'm cold, now you know Now they know, I'm on them trees So you see it's me, the T-R-E Sixteenth to the Fisher, that's all my k**as Sixteenth to the Fisher, that's all my k**as They all k**as, get 'em rowdy Chorus Second Verse (Tre-8) Where all my partners out there bustin' heads? Hanh? Where all my ballers out there duckin' feds? What? Where all them k**as bout that drama faw? Hanh? Where all my partners big timin' dog? Uh-wha-what? Then that's my k**as I be runnin' with Gunnin' with, hustle somethin' with Get on these hoes, now that's some pimpin' undercoverness That other shh, bread and bu*ter shh, playa undercover shh I'ma bad, a bad, a bad mutha (records scratching) The only rapper you know that can flow like this The only rapper you know that get it cold in this The only rapper you know that get it hot in this The only rapper you know that make 'em drop in this The only rapper you know that get it crowded in this The only rapper you know that's really bout it in this The only rapper you know that get 'em rowdy in this The only rapper you know that get 'em rowdy in this Get 'em rowdy Chorus Third Verse (Kangol Slim) When me and Tre hit the club They just show beaucoup love Because they know that we bout it and we straight get the club rowdy We ain't bout slappin' we cappin' You gotta girl we gone mash it (scratching records) on the stage we gonna throw in a rage Cuttin' people like fades because they know that we paid We be keepin' they heads hurtin' for those seven days Or we don't try to creep cuz the clique too deep We got somethin' up in that trunk to put that a** to sleep So if you really don't wanna get put deep in a coma Best believe you gone be a goner Bombed like Oklahoma City me and my committee, you know we get busy My people standin' behind me and you might just get dizzy People askin' "Who is he?" Cuz you layin' up on the ground (record scratching) with the West Bank clowns Them Gert-Town hounds Now you found up on the ground with your a** face down Me and my n***as back in the club, bout to get it buck Chorus Fourth Verse (Mr. Cheefa): You see me comin' and you know I got that fire You take a puff and you know you be feelin' higher It's Mr. Cheefa with the fire cess On me you take a test and Smith & Wesson they will k** ya My crew be live or you don't really want no problems My people bout it, we don't think that you would want none We all for ruckus, we buckin' on other s**ers You can get close, but just don't touch us Unless you wanna get your a** done Chillin' on the cut sippin' Cris all day Smokin' opthimals, sippin' Tanqueray Yes indeed, inhale, exhale come and get blowed, with me Well if you wanna come and smoke, then you must be a fiend Bring a dime over here, you have to see me Yes indeed, inhale, exhale, come and get blowed, with me T-R-E, won't you come and smoke with me? Kangol Slim won't you come and smoke with me? Lil' E, inhale, exhale, come and get blowed, with me Down South, we rock the most Smoke One, we rock the most Yes indeed, inhale, exhale, come and get blowed, with me Third Ward, Fourth Ward come and smoke with me Uptown, Downtown come and smoke with me East Coast, West Coast come and smoke with me Uptown, Midwest come and smoke with me Yes indeed, inhale, exhale, come and get blowed, with me