[Chorus: Juelz Santana]
Now get down, get down, get down
Now get down, get down, get down
With the dip dip dip
Now get down, get down, get down
With the set set set
Look, them boys are up to something
That's right
Them boys are up to something
[Verse 1: Cam'ron]
I don't play, thought I told you that
Patrolling, loading gats
Sound like that Nolia trap
Holy cap-a -tool-ary, see the right grind with that
I flip China White
My dishes white china
From China, seen China
Gave them pills, now chick strip except for them heals
The Wizard Of Oz, I'm the Wizard of Harlem
I get busy, trust me
No fixing my problems
Maybe next year, maybe in a week or 2
Maybe when the beat is through, pop up, peek-a-boo
Yeah dog, we've been pepping you
Get out, ride out, that's what you need to do
Got the inside rite from the outside
Outside get inside
Inside we outside
I don't care bitch, shot him clear through the ribs
I'm Freddy Jason, mixed with the Blair Witch
Really came from it
Phoney candy can't
This color got real candy paint, color of candy, man
You a handy man
A family man
I keep revolvers, they never jam
This the jams from jam
I land on land
Keep the Coke fresh, yes, Saran the gram
On the blue moon, might go ham in Ham
Or 50 keys or better, shout my man, my man
Now get down, get down, get down
Now get down, get down, get down
With the dip dip dip
Now get down, get down, get down
With the set set set
Look, them boys are up to something
That's right
Them boys are up to something
[Verse 1: Cam'ron]
I don't play, thought I told you that
Patrolling, loading gats
Sound like that Nolia trap
Holy cap-a -tool-ary, see the right grind with that
I flip China White
My dishes white china
From China, seen China
Gave them pills, now chick strip except for them heals
The Wizard Of Oz, I'm the Wizard of Harlem
I get busy, trust me
No fixing my problems
Maybe next year, maybe in a week or 2
Maybe when the beat is through, pop up, peek-a-boo
Yeah dog, we've been pepping you
Get out, ride out, that's what you need to do
Got the inside rite from the outside
Outside get inside
Inside we outside
I don't care bitch, shot him clear through the ribs
I'm Freddy Jason, mixed with the Blair Witch
Really came from it
Phoney candy can't
This color got real candy paint, color of candy, man
You a handy man
A family man
I keep revolvers, they never jam
This the jams from jam
I land on land
Keep the Coke fresh, yes, Saran the gram
On the blue moon, might go ham in Ham
Or 50 keys or better, shout my man, my man
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