Hit The Floor (Gimisum Family Remix) Gimisum Family
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[Verse 1]
It was on a stormy night, I was balling '98
Everyday of the week when I can't sleep, I'm out here tossing Yay
Police on the other side of the village trying to scope me out with flashlights
I'm silked up like a dough boy, smelling like Fahrenheit
I ain't got no license so I jumped out with the quickness
Got my track, hot as hell, slowed up all my business
Clientele walking down the sidewalk, shall I serve the fool?
Knowing I don't sell rock for rock cause he might be the narcs
Anyway, I asked him what he lookin' for, he said about three juices (Mane 'bout three juices)
Is this a stick-up? A joker's got me real spooked
He stuck his tone to my face, "Hey fool, get on the ground!" (Get on the ground fool!)
Jumping out the bushes, four young killas pointing that yawk around (Yeah, surprise fool!)
They shot me in my back, I'm drousy from the stang, I'm finished, (If I'm not paid), it was so sweet
Robbers, they hang in the hood where they ride clean
Stangin' like a bumblebee with my .45 G-L-O-C-K
Hay makes me click, quick, don't make a move trick
Hammer thangs with a gold gleam, big Pioneer 12 woofer screams
Windows shake, purple juice, on the crush
As I lean back like the Mac, I'm the shit, pockets fat
Stacks return the green that I make, every trick that I break
They got treated the same way, always dark, never day
*pow, pow* what you got? I can't get; so I take
Hit the park on a sunny day, scoping as I celebrate
GimiSumthin' Family, trick
It was on a stormy night, I was balling '98
Everyday of the week when I can't sleep, I'm out here tossing Yay
Police on the other side of the village trying to scope me out with flashlights
I'm silked up like a dough boy, smelling like Fahrenheit
I ain't got no license so I jumped out with the quickness
Got my track, hot as hell, slowed up all my business
Clientele walking down the sidewalk, shall I serve the fool?
Knowing I don't sell rock for rock cause he might be the narcs
Anyway, I asked him what he lookin' for, he said about three juices (Mane 'bout three juices)
Is this a stick-up? A joker's got me real spooked
He stuck his tone to my face, "Hey fool, get on the ground!" (Get on the ground fool!)
Jumping out the bushes, four young killas pointing that yawk around (Yeah, surprise fool!)
They shot me in my back, I'm drousy from the stang, I'm finished, (If I'm not paid), it was so sweet
Robbers, they hang in the hood where they ride clean
Stangin' like a bumblebee with my .45 G-L-O-C-K
Hay makes me click, quick, don't make a move trick
Hammer thangs with a gold gleam, big Pioneer 12 woofer screams
Windows shake, purple juice, on the crush
As I lean back like the Mac, I'm the shit, pockets fat
Stacks return the green that I make, every trick that I break
They got treated the same way, always dark, never day
*pow, pow* what you got? I can't get; so I take
Hit the park on a sunny day, scoping as I celebrate
GimiSumthin' Family, trick
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