Get Down lyrics

by

Kanye West


[Intro: Cam'ron & Marvin Gaye sample]
Get down
Uh-huh, Killa!
They never said we couldn't get down
They never said we couldn't get down
Make it fun sometime
It's like I'm psychic and sh*t
Get down
I called this sh*t about five years ago
They never said we couldn't get down
Dipset, all day, everyday, man
Make it fun sometime
Santana, Jim Jones
Freekey be home '07 (Ugh)
Let's go

[Verse: Cam'ron]
Remember? I'm a man to respect (Remember?)
Remember? Santana was next (Now what?)
Now, it's not TECs, it's checks and fans he collects (What I want?)
I want his wrist, fist, whole hand, jammed with baguettes (Oww!)
Pose for the camera, man (Man)—me and Santana, man (Uh-huh)
Word to my grandma—"He one bad mammajamma, damn!" (Damn)
So I don't write for the stardom (Nope)
I get, booted, zooted (Uh-huh), write down my problems (Why?)
I've been through it, headed right for the bottom
D.C.—nah, would've been a sniper in Harlem (So what?)
That's why I throw some dough to my co-D from Kos-tovo
Help me get on overflow (Shh!), no one supposed to know (Why?)
But she lay me up like the prime minister (Uh-huh)
Thousand grams of dope, smelling like Heinz Vinegar (Damn)
That was a lot to linger (But what?), but to the top I bring her
But when it came to dope (What?), I always copped in fingers (Oh)
Money missing—oh, sh*t! I almost chopped some fingers
Slit some wrists—that's when they said, "Oh, sh*t, he's not a singer"
f*ck the rap, f*ck the movies, f*ck Siskel and Ebert
This pistol, I squeeze it, missiles if needed—Killa!
Remember? I'm gon' spend my cake—remember? (Remember?)
Remember? Jim? We getting out of 5H? (Projects)
Now, chefs'll fry us steaks (That's true), it's a higher stake (That's true)
Swiss accounts—I'ma show you how to wire cake (Oww!)
And we from BBO (Where else?); now, you a CEO
Director, VEO, your own album, here we go (Go)
That's my man, anytime I holler, holler with me (Yup)
We shared chicken sandwiches—they was a dollar-fifty (Fifty)
Budget: seven dollars; nickel bag and White Owl (We f*cked up)
I hope the chicken sandwich last us through the night, child
We ain't care; we ain't sleep; we was night owls (Owls)
Insomni-atics, our lifestyles compatible
Magical, Pops gone (Gone), sh*t tragical
Moms gon' miss you, my house is where the addicts chill
I'm like a teacher (Uh-huh), I need me a sabbatical (What's that?)
It's not irrational (Yeah, what), I grew up radical (So what?)
And you all are shook (Uh-huh), I bought all my crooks
f*ck you R&B n*ggas, Zeek sing all the hooks (C'mon)
Tito and Brick—yes, yes, come again (Damn)
They came sun or rain when I had that stomach pain
[Outro: Cam'ron]
Ugh, ugh
What else?
Ugh!
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