I Get Down (feat. B-Legit)

I Get Down (feat. B-Legit) - E-40 Lyrics

[feat. B-Legit][Hook: Cousin Fik]You see em riding round town on them big ole tiresWhen you sitting up high you better ride with that fireCause I get down (ya gotta get down)Cause I get down (I get down)Shit it'll get ugly round here on these folk on cyclesWhen I see my punk I'm turning off his lightsCause I get down (ya gotta get down)Cause I get down (I get down)[Verse 1: E-40]My necklace real, I'm iced outRiding on a Ferris wheels finna turn it outSliding by the function with my beat on slumpPounding, sounding like Chewbacca in the trunkClowning, making my presents knownCampaigning in my two-tone talking on my findoSmoking on some story tell outta my whipsBilling like a trillion bucks having my chips[Verse 2: B-Legit]I make love to the block then kiss the cornerRide up hop shots put the hot shit on yaIn this California hard-heads don't mindLet the nina nine Nicky nit the neck one timeRespect my shine and let the sixes talkI knock a nigga down that a fix his walkGot the sickest hunk I put the beam on the eagleGet's down and I don't like people[Hook: Cousin Fik][Verse 3: E-40]The thrill of victory and the agony of defeatCan't be seven days, can't be weekGotta be a beast on these streets like a tyrannosaurus rexCan't be soft like a box of KleenexUhh, digital beam chasing the dream turkey bags and creamLiving like a king, thumper by my screenDon't wanna be broke like a lebby now that I'm having my feddiShe try'na throw me the monkey, she try'na give me the panties[Verse 4: B-Legit]She try'na give me the panties but I don't want it I sell itI let the suckas get with it so they can hit it and dell itI run the sliver then mail it and when they smell it it's good85 hundred when they land in the hoodI'm a beast with the mouthpiece goon with the spoonHundred thousand cash in the hotel roomI got kicks in the tie but the fire with meAnd I can dim your headlights it's on sight with me[Hook: Cousin Fik][Verse 5: E-40/B-Legit]My lil niggas is I'll be on some sick shitKnock a nigga down and then go smoke a cigarette(Pitching from the mount Vallejo's most ignorantThirty forty rounds do is legumes)I got some bitches that love a pimp I'm try'na get paidThey can suck the yellow yolk up out of the egg(On the track with legs big tittes and assAnd the swan bitch get the money fast)I can't slow down all gas no brakesNo refunds and no we bake(So come get some cause we get cakeNo mistake chef the ruby and flake)BEATCH![Hook: Cousin Fik]