Get Down lyrics

by

El-P


[Intro: Phil Adé & Wale]
I see your face
Don't change the channel
Every night and day
It's just a little bit of Statik, hahah (Statik Selektah)
The thought of you
Every Blue Moon, big tune, every time
Just won't go away
Adé, you ready?

[Verse 1: Wale, Phil Adé & Both]
The show and the flow killer, never below, n*gga
The zone, my cortisone is twenty below zero
At the bank, I'm thinking "Who gave me this flow, n*gga?"
Alice and Frank with 'em, my women be so split up, yeah
Now go, Phil A'
I think it's ironic I'm digging a gold digger (Right)
Money my goal n*gga, got b*tches in Vogue, n*gga
No n*ggas that you know is as cold with the flow n*gga (Woo)
Account is on Potomac but no ending road n*ggas
Where my South Beach b*tch? Can't tell you where Roanoke is
I'm such a cold n*gga, stuck to the cold n*gga
I promise to keep it G, Double-G's on my clothes n*gga
I'm Gucci! I'm Sergio, my n*gga
Looking like them OGs that never pose for Insta
Gram but not a picture (Grams is what they picture)
Man, these n*ggas sweeter than Hansel/Gretel wishes
They fugaz', yeah, y'all ain't authentic yet
Come to my city, I bet somebody say I'm real as sh*t
Come to your city, you silly n*ggas is irrelevant
Never met anyone f*cking with me, maybe I sell a bit
Of off white girl, Off-White, Virgil
Long flights to God knows where but her
Man I got plans for the world
Stop playin with Barry Sanders, God just sent a mural
Uh, I smash and get the mural, that's head on face, n*gga
God damn, you n*ggas hittin' yo head on face n*gga?
I'm fast, you n*ggas uhhh
Woo, moonwalkin', chase n*ggas, uh
[Verse 4: Phil Adé & Wale]
And y'all some in the way n*ggas
Uh, yeah, I run with renegade n*ggas
When I'm in LA yeah I get that lemonade
Bake you with the good one, kick it like some MMA n*ggas
Uh, ah, I'ma let her hit the squad though
Squad goals been reached, my reach far as this arm go
All on me out in Largo, moms stay out in Armo
Every time I perform, it's foreign, we need an encore
Yeah, I keep broads on the D-low
C-notes in my Chino's, used to carry the kilos
Now I got the juice, can't judge me, Judge Ito
I'm Mike when on the mic, you might be just Tito (Woo)

[Chorus: Phil Adé]
Yeah, I'm too real for sucker sh*t
MoCo, PG gon' f*ck with this
Still got my Nike Boots in my mother's crib
Still get love and get down
Uh, I'm too real for sucker sh*t
MoCo, PG gon' f*ck with this
Still got my Nike Boots in my mother's crib
Still get love and get down, yeah
Down, down, down
Get love and get down, yeah
Down, down, down
Get love and get down
[Outro]
One day a smile, next day a tear
Can't understand, why I need you here
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