Get it Live lyrics

by

George Clinton


[Verse 1]
Yo, if this pus*y n*gga can't get it live
Get him the f*ck out and let Doc take the job (Ha)
I guarantee hardcore funk for three months
Warranty within that three months is like pre-nups:
I take half, of everybody's sales, I don't give a f*ck
You're rap, R&B or, folk or country (Ah-hah)
You could do a duet LP with Billy Dee
I'm the Doc pure water lettin' Bay-watch the slaughter (Oooh!)
I jump off stage and kick him in the fade (Huh)
I'm lifted like my back carry helicopter blades
f*ck a police raid, this a bumrush
You'll agree like Siskel and Ebert with your thumbs up

[Chorus]
Like Doc is that n*gga that'll freak the funk
Yeah, Doc is that n*gga that'll blaze the skunk
Feel my vibe, give me five on the backhand side
Well alright then (Well alright then)
Well alright then (Well alright then)
(Ha, yo, yo)

[Verse 2]
I see y'all n*ggas tryin' to win, dyin' to sin
Liquidate my formats then apply it to skin
I put work in, my label should be buyin' a Benz
'Cause with the chrome I'm swift like the hand on Sharon Stone
C'mon, it's about the scrilla
Metronomes put holes in b*tches silicones then they peel 'em
I hang with ghetto hoes that, thumbtack they ceiling
Cause when it's time to throw joints, they the ones illin'
I weigh a buck-90 plus tax (Haha)
Kleptomaniac (Ha)
Take the change out your blue mousetrap (Ha)
Lo-Jacks is no match to locate, what I demonstrate
You need two Dr. Dre's to Phone Tap, me
Capi-tal D.O., yo (Yo!)
I keep a dirty p*ss when I see P.O., yo (Yo, yo, yo!)
My phone number's 9-9-f*ck-YOU
My crew swing like Bruce Lee num-chuks do, up to
No good, to make myself clear (Huh)
Any girl ask for drinks is the biggest chicken in here
Like Run say, ("This is the wayyyyyyyy!")
Def Squad lock it like that channel on Superbowl Sunday
Y'all n*ggas ain't ready, for Reggie
I B. Steady, to rob that bank in Philly (Ha, huh!)
Break Cool C out then ask her: "what the deally?"
Pass them the AK so we can get busy!
I'm at 112 with Jacque with my neck up (Ah-hah)
This chicken scopin, "Who the f*ck parkin' that Lincoln?"
It's D-O-C (Ah-hah)
Def Squad crew (Ah-hah)
I'm ready to f*ck baby, how about you?
[Chorus]
Doc is that n*gga that'll freak the funk (Ooowww)
Yeah, Doc is that n*gga that'll blaze the skunk (Ooowww)
Feel my vibe, give me five on the backhand side (Ah-hah)
Well alright then (Well alright then)
Well alright then (Well alright then)
(Yo yo, yo)

[Verse 3]
Yo, yo (Yo)
Yo, you ain't fresh (Uh-huh)
Still crack a cold Beck's and keep the hoes in check
Spit a rhyme to make your neck disconnect your chest
This Gilette style be Acura and XX, well it's
Doc, blow your wife MX (Uh-huh...)
At the hotel Niko (Uh-huh...)
Spankin' that Coleco (Uh-huh...)
I get you hot if you're, lookin' through the peephole
n*ggas start duckin out, like I work for repo'
Fo'-fo' italian chrome, b*tches yellin' "Champagne!"
I stick the whole Mo' bottle up inside a ho
Just cause I can flow, I'm not a sucker
I just love to f*ck ya, f*ck ya, f*ck ya, f*ck ya...

[Chorus]
Doc is that n*gga that'll freak the funk (Ooowww)
Yeah, Doc is that n*gga that'll blaze the skunk
Give me five, feel my vibe on the backhand side
Well alright then (Well alright then)
Well alrigh-yo, yo (Well alright then)
[Chorus 2]
I said Doc is that n*gga that'll freak the funk
Yeah, I blow my f*ckin' weed if you're out of skunk
Feel my vibe, give me five on the backhand side
Well alright then (Well alright then)
Well alright then (Well alright then)
Well alright then (Well alright then)
Well alright then (Well alright then)

[Outro]
Yeah
Ah-ah-ah
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