Get Your Shit Right Lyrics
| Song | Get Your Shit Right |
| Artist | Jermaine Dupri |
| Album | Life in 1472 |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Dngelettie, Dupri, R.O.C. | |
| Grrrrrrr, grrrrr, grrr (yeah) | |
| Chorus：repeat 2x | |
| To all my bitches in the spot lookin' real fly | |
| An' all my niggas wit the corner locked gettin' high | |
| An' all my playas world wide it's just you and i | |
| Getcha paper, getcha dough, getcha shit right | |
| [jermaine dupri] | |
| First off, y'all niggaz know i don't slouch | |
| An' as a kid i done did the shit you talkin about | |
| I'm from the south, ya heard? | |
| Where niggas fly birds outta impalas | |
| Live lavish | |
| From atl to dallas an' the little palace | |
| Goin once, goin twice, everyday, livin nice | |
| In the grey wit the ice, makin money rollin dice | |
| Livin the life, that y'all dream of | |
| Puttin niggaz outta business like sony did to sega | |
| You seen us, the green stuff | |
| An nuttin' else that's all i collect | |
| I got the hots like the lox - money, power and respect | |
| An' i can damn the check that any of y'all niggaz spit | |
| I stay hittin, i ain't bullshittin (he ain't bullshittin) | |
| Nigga, wit more glitta, than m.j. | |
| It's all pimp play, when it comes to me | |
| An' y'all motherfuckers know how j.d. gets down | |
| An' those who don't it's a new sheriff in town | |
| Feel me now | |
| Chorus x2 | |
| [mad rapper] | |
| Yo, let me tell you were i'm at y'all | |
| Shits kinda sad y'all | |
| If you ride the buses or trains | |
| Watch ya back ya'll | |
| Who think he stallin? | |
| I still ain't ballin | |
| An' i got wild bills | |
| An' a crowd that keeps callin | |
| My dogs wanna hang (bark) | |
| My bitches wanna bang | |
| But it don't mean a thang | |
| When all you got is change | |
| That's why my women ain't dimes | |
| Not even close to nines | |
| Sorta like fives and sixes | |
| Wit scars and stiches | |
| Type of bitches that spit in yo' face like alomar | |
| Broke hoes without a car | |
| Snatchin' fruit from salad bars | |
| Which one of ya'll come on, test me now | |
| Me not goin' nowhere, you don't impress me now | |
| So next time you see me up in them clubs | |
| I'm probably scemin' | |
| While you at the bar | |
| Brick hard and fiendin' | |
| I wait for 4 o'clock when yo' drunk ass is leavin' | |
| Cause i paid to get in | |
| An' now i gotta pray teethin' | |
| Chorus x2 | |
| [dmx] | |
| Niggas goin' to parties | |
| Thousand dollar shoes and jewels | |
| You begets what i be wantin' so i be bringin' the tool | |
| Tryin' to snatch up all that ice that you came in | |
| An' nigga d be flippin', yeah, money, it's the same shit | |
| What you thought | |
| Cause you bought | |
| A joint | |
| You might be able to creep a nigga | |
| When he ain't on point | |
| An' i can see it in yo' eyes that you comin' closer than tryin' | |
| An' every step you take brings yo' ass closer to dyin' | |
| An' i don't flow wit the dough | |
| Cause money comes and goes | |
| Gimme the love of my thugs | |
| Hoodrats and hoes, an' i'm good | |
| Cause motherfucker i'm stayin in the hood | |
| An' i'm gon' rip till i'm stiff like wood | |
| You wishin' that you could | |
| Keep it as real as me | |
| An' you gon' know that the pain that you feel is me | |
| When i get ill it be | |
| Some next shit | |
| Darkman, motherfuckin x shit | |
| Wreck shit | |
| For respect bitch | |
| Chorus x4 |
| zuo ci : Dngelettie, Dupri, R. O. C. | |
| Grrrrrrr, grrrrr, grrr yeah | |
| Chorus: repeat 2x | |
| To all my bitches in the spot lookin' real fly | |
| An' all my niggas wit the corner locked gettin' high | |
| An' all my playas world wide it' s just you and i | |
| Getcha paper, getcha dough, getcha shit right | |
| jermaine dupri | |
| First off, y' all niggaz know i don' t slouch | |
| An' as a kid i done did the shit you talkin about | |
| I' m from the south, ya heard? | |
| Where niggas fly birds outta impalas | |
| Live lavish | |
| From atl to dallas an' the little palace | |
| Goin once, goin twice, everyday, livin nice | |
| In the grey wit the ice, makin money rollin dice | |
| Livin the life, that y' all dream of | |
| Puttin niggaz outta business like sony did to sega | |
| You seen us, the green stuff | |
| An nuttin' else that' s all i collect | |
| I got the hots like the lox money, power and respect | |
| An' i can damn the check that any of y' all niggaz spit | |
| I stay hittin, i ain' t bullshittin he ain' t bullshittin | |
| Nigga, wit more glitta, than m. j. | |
| It' s all pimp play, when it comes to me | |
| An' y' all motherfuckers know how j. d. gets down | |
| An' those who don' t it' s a new sheriff in town | |
| Feel me now | |
| Chorus x2 | |
| mad rapper | |
| Yo, let me tell you were i' m at y' all | |
| Shits kinda sad y' all | |
| If you ride the buses or trains | |
| Watch ya back ya' ll | |
| Who think he stallin? | |
| I still ain' t ballin | |
| An' i got wild bills | |
| An' a crowd that keeps callin | |
| My dogs wanna hang bark | |
| My bitches wanna bang | |
| But it don' t mean a thang | |
| When all you got is change | |
| That' s why my women ain' t dimes | |
| Not even close to nines | |
| Sorta like fives and sixes | |
| Wit scars and stiches | |
| Type of bitches that spit in yo' face like alomar | |
| Broke hoes without a car | |
| Snatchin' fruit from salad bars | |
| Which one of ya' ll come on, test me now | |
| Me not goin' nowhere, you don' t impress me now | |
| So next time you see me up in them clubs | |
| I' m probably scemin' | |
| While you at the bar | |
| Brick hard and fiendin' | |
| I wait for 4 o' clock when yo' drunk ass is leavin' | |
| Cause i paid to get in | |
| An' now i gotta pray teethin' | |
| Chorus x2 | |
| dmx | |
| Niggas goin' to parties | |
| Thousand dollar shoes and jewels | |
| You begets what i be wantin' so i be bringin' the tool | |
| Tryin' to snatch up all that ice that you came in | |
| An' nigga d be flippin', yeah, money, it' s the same shit | |
| What you thought | |
| Cause you bought | |
| A joint | |
| You might be able to creep a nigga | |
| When he ain' t on point | |
| An' i can see it in yo' eyes that you comin' closer than tryin' | |
| An' every step you take brings yo' ass closer to dyin' | |
| An' i don' t flow wit the dough | |
| Cause money comes and goes | |
| Gimme the love of my thugs | |
| Hoodrats and hoes, an' i' m good | |
| Cause motherfucker i' m stayin in the hood | |
| An' i' m gon' rip till i' m stiff like wood | |
| You wishin' that you could | |
| Keep it as real as me | |
| An' you gon' know that the pain that you feel is me | |
| When i get ill it be | |
| Some next shit | |
| Darkman, motherfuckin x shit | |
| Wreck shit | |
| For respect bitch | |
| Chorus x4 |
| zuò cí : Dngelettie, Dupri, R. O. C. | |
| Grrrrrrr, grrrrr, grrr yeah | |
| Chorus: repeat 2x | |
| To all my bitches in the spot lookin' real fly | |
| An' all my niggas wit the corner locked gettin' high | |
| An' all my playas world wide it' s just you and i | |
| Getcha paper, getcha dough, getcha shit right | |
| jermaine dupri | |
| First off, y' all niggaz know i don' t slouch | |
| An' as a kid i done did the shit you talkin about | |
| I' m from the south, ya heard? | |
| Where niggas fly birds outta impalas | |
| Live lavish | |
| From atl to dallas an' the little palace | |
| Goin once, goin twice, everyday, livin nice | |
| In the grey wit the ice, makin money rollin dice | |
| Livin the life, that y' all dream of | |
| Puttin niggaz outta business like sony did to sega | |
| You seen us, the green stuff | |
| An nuttin' else that' s all i collect | |
| I got the hots like the lox money, power and respect | |
| An' i can damn the check that any of y' all niggaz spit | |
| I stay hittin, i ain' t bullshittin he ain' t bullshittin | |
| Nigga, wit more glitta, than m. j. | |
| It' s all pimp play, when it comes to me | |
| An' y' all motherfuckers know how j. d. gets down | |
| An' those who don' t it' s a new sheriff in town | |
| Feel me now | |
| Chorus x2 | |
| mad rapper | |
| Yo, let me tell you were i' m at y' all | |
| Shits kinda sad y' all | |
| If you ride the buses or trains | |
| Watch ya back ya' ll | |
| Who think he stallin? | |
| I still ain' t ballin | |
| An' i got wild bills | |
| An' a crowd that keeps callin | |
| My dogs wanna hang bark | |
| My bitches wanna bang | |
| But it don' t mean a thang | |
| When all you got is change | |
| That' s why my women ain' t dimes | |
| Not even close to nines | |
| Sorta like fives and sixes | |
| Wit scars and stiches | |
| Type of bitches that spit in yo' face like alomar | |
| Broke hoes without a car | |
| Snatchin' fruit from salad bars | |
| Which one of ya' ll come on, test me now | |
| Me not goin' nowhere, you don' t impress me now | |
| So next time you see me up in them clubs | |
| I' m probably scemin' | |
| While you at the bar | |
| Brick hard and fiendin' | |
| I wait for 4 o' clock when yo' drunk ass is leavin' | |
| Cause i paid to get in | |
| An' now i gotta pray teethin' | |
| Chorus x2 | |
| dmx | |
| Niggas goin' to parties | |
| Thousand dollar shoes and jewels | |
| You begets what i be wantin' so i be bringin' the tool | |
| Tryin' to snatch up all that ice that you came in | |
| An' nigga d be flippin', yeah, money, it' s the same shit | |
| What you thought | |
| Cause you bought | |
| A joint | |
| You might be able to creep a nigga | |
| When he ain' t on point | |
| An' i can see it in yo' eyes that you comin' closer than tryin' | |
| An' every step you take brings yo' ass closer to dyin' | |
| An' i don' t flow wit the dough | |
| Cause money comes and goes | |
| Gimme the love of my thugs | |
| Hoodrats and hoes, an' i' m good | |
| Cause motherfucker i' m stayin in the hood | |
| An' i' m gon' rip till i' m stiff like wood | |
| You wishin' that you could | |
| Keep it as real as me | |
| An' you gon' know that the pain that you feel is me | |
| When i get ill it be | |
| Some next shit | |
| Darkman, motherfuckin x shit | |
| Wreck shit | |
| For respect bitch | |
| Chorus x4 |
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