Get at Me

[Intro: 12 O'Clock (Sandman)] Two On Da Road right here (Uh-huh, somethin for the radio, nigga) Two On Da Road Uh, Two On Da Road [Chorus 2X: Sandman *singing*] When you see me at the party homey get at me And don't be mad when your girl try and spit at me Cuz when the beat got doo-doo-doo-doo-doo It ain't no limit to the things that we can do [12 O'Clock] I'm at the bar, Long Island Iced Tea Double shot of Hennessey for this pretty piece With pretty feet smellin like Victoria Sec' I could see her bra and panties were pink Lookin Spanish or Greek, finest thing I seen all week Movin with her cousin and niece I'm movin with my mans Monk and P Stayin at the Waldorf, Room 3-3-3 Pussy for free like ODB, high off the eves Bitches lookin like Pamela Lee Butt-naked on their hands and knees Roll up the trees, burn somethin 'fore we leave Give your friend your car keys, slide with me [Shyheim] Peace Hey vagina, my name Davey Crocket I'm king of the wild frontier, your sex hostage MMMMM.. Mr. Lover-man, what's cookin good lookin? Let's jump in the fryin pan, fuck yo' man He don't want it with us killas With E-40 Skrilla, for real-a [Doc Doom] Pop a bottle for the Wu years and I'ma hit the flo' after a few beers Tell the DJ the Black Knights is up in here Wu-Tang is in here, the whole Killa Bee Gang is in here And ladies holla when we in here Cuz they know it's Big Pimpin goin on in here And in the VIP, ho's take it off in here So get at me cuz I know you wanna spit at me And I'd be a fool to let that phat ass pass me [Shyheim] You wanna ride in the 600 BAAA-BAAAY With your head out the window like "HEY HEY" Tell everybody in the hood you my LAAA-DAAAY We pimpin' for life so you crazy [Prodical] This killa dog puffin green gandy, ready to sink through some panties Caught some eye candy, sippin on Coke mixed with Brandy Yo Monk, shorty got a lot of junk in her trunk Now she surfin through the crowd for our weed and skunk My nigga 12, rockin treasures like the jeweler man now Twenty-seven, ManChild from the Isle of Shaolin We sky Sushi bar, Meoshi par, finest cigars And the ladies in the place wanna know who we are Gumah Oz Dubar, my hand all in her bra So what's the deal ma'? Can me and my Clan Bar Mitzvah? Call your girlfriends, after-party, house on the hill Come if you will, she said "I'm burnin hot off the pill" Drinks for free, I got my own VIP Two or three, or it can be just you and me Let's get it on and poppin, crack-a-latin with no debatin No time for the fakin, baby girl what's shakin? [Monk] Catch Monk in the midst of party crackin, don't dance But I boogie to the beat low key, I stay splashin Drunk still drinkin, poppin major with the ho's, I'm groovin With this bad bitch, she stuck by my slang and my dress code I got close, whispered "What's up with the Bar Mitzvah?" Then I grabbed her ass, she laughed with a porno look And pussy popped her ass on rhythm with the beat Claimin' she with her man but her friends came two cars deep [Chorus 6X]