Get It Started Ja Rule (Ft. Claudette Ortiz)

[Irv Gotti]
Yeah..
It's still Murder, I.N.C

[repeat 4X]
[Ja Rule] I got cha ma
[Claudette Ortiz] I got cha daddy
[Ja Rule] I got cha ma
[Claudette Ortiz] I got cha daddy
[Ja Rule] I got cha ma
[Claudette Ortiz] I got cha daddy
[Ja Rule] I got cha ma
[Claudette Ortiz] I got cha daddy

[Chorus: Claudette Ortiz]
Let's get this party started
Throw your drink up and move your body
But you can't get up on it
'til I see you work harder for it
C'mon, let's get it started
Don't you leave me all hot and bothered
You want me? Come grab it
Show me that you got me daddy

[Ja Rule]
I got cha ma, welcome to New York City
It's Saturday Night Live, and I'm hot so bear with me
Plus a little tired from the time zone switches
But right on time to hit a club for a minute
I get in and get a table, get bottles, some bitches
Come over, they claimin' they models
Until they want a drink they ain't even know who I was
Until I took my hat off, and then they started backin' that ass up
Whoa! She did this dance with her hands up
Then she touched her toes and made my thing stand up
Type of chick that'll have a nigga in handcuffs
Taste but don't swallow, look but don't touch
Forbidden, not to be eaten, but she is
Feedin' me rotten apples that fall from the tree
Why don't we leave, just us three, and get acquainted
Mama I'm just playin'...but I'm sayin'