Get ’Em Girls lyrics

[Intro]
Killa
Let's go

[Verse 1]
I get the boosters boostin', I get computers 'putin'
Y'all get shot at, call me, I do the shootin'
I do the recruitin', I tutor the students
I nurture they brain, I'm movin' the movement
Whether Buddhist or Buddha, that's Judas or Judah
I got Luger to Ruger, hit from Roota to Toota
Chick from hooter to hooter, I put two in producers
I'm the real ball story, the loser of Hoosiers
I rock mostly Dolce, I roll mostly dolie
I'll leave you wholly holey, you'll say holy moly
Here come the coroner, get 'em, play roly poly
I'll tell you true stories, how I coldly hold heat
When it's reppin' time, I get on extra grind
Fried to fricassee, Pepperseed to Pepperdine
Jeff Hamilton, Genesis, leather time
b*tches say I'm the man, I tell 'em never mind

[Chorus]
They gettin' nice, they got some ice
Let's get the dice and roll 'em (Get 'em, girls)
They gettin' chips, they flippin' bricks
Get the rots and pits, tell 'em (Get 'em, girls)
She actin' feisty, gettin' sheisty
Call up wifey, tell her (Get 'em, girls)
Just lay back, get your face slapped
We at the race track, eight stacks (Get 'em, girls)
[Verse 2]
You actin' funny, n*gga, come dumb, dummy n*gga
Killa keep twenty blickers, uh (I'm gettin' money, n*gga)
So you should move away, or join the dude and play
Hey, so you can say (I'm gettin' money, n*gga)
First pile up in the rear, I style up in my gear
Stallion of the year, medallions in my ear
Whips on my fists, houses on my wrists
Your budget on my neck (What else?), your spouse on my di*k
Posters on the wall (Wall), posted on my balls (Balls)
di*k in her mouth, I tell her, "I'm gettin' money, n*gga"
Y'all fakin' the fizzle, I'm cakin' for shizzle
f*ck a Sizzler steak, my estates, they sizzle
Ate, boom-boom, my ace boon coon
Shake, bake, skate, vroom-vroom (We gettin' money, n*gga)
Seventh, eighth, zoom-zoom, boom-boom tunes
'Fore I get life, that boom-boom room (I'm gettin' money, n*gga)
Wreckx-n-Effect, zoom-zoom in poon-poon
Since the movie Cocoon, had my Uzi platoon, Killa (I'm gettin' money, n*gga)

[Chorus]
They gettin' nice, they got some ice
Let's get the dice and roll 'em (Get 'em, girls)
They gettin' chips, they flippin' bricks
Get the rots and pits, tell 'em (Get 'em, girls)
She actin' feisty, gettin' sheisty
Call up wifey, tell her (Get 'em, girls)
Just lay back, get your face slapped
We at the race track, eight stacks (Get 'em, girls)
[Verse 3]
My team is the Goonies, we were seen with buffoonies
Toonies, best dressed, stay up in Neimans and Bloomies
Wanna hit it from the back, she agreed that I'm looney
But proceeded to moon me (I'm gettin' money, n*gga)
Baby BS and honey do, Cam VS1 and 2
I'll help you get your son out of P.S. 22
Get him a Mauri flow from the Mauri show
f*ck around, y'all gon' be up on the Maury Show
He at bootcamp, you on food stamps
Welfare, no health care, a true tramp
And I'm lokie-lokie, leave you pokey-pokey
No Rice-A-Roni, that's the okey-dokey
Me and Toby, homie, make you do the hokey-pokey
Pull the pound up and down, turn yourself around, shorty
Here's some weed, burn yourself a pound, whoadie
Here's a map, go learn yourself the town, sporty
I was down forty, now I'm up fifty
Buck-fifty, but quickly, who could f*ck with me? Killa

[Outro]
There it is
Purple Haze the album
Me? I don't touch none of that sh*t no more
But, workin' for Cam, I do know all the latest, greatest sh*t on the street and the prices
But, you know, if he ever caught me doin' that again, he'd bust my sh*t, no homo
Aight, it's me, Mizzle, signin' out
Dipset, b*tch