Get 'Em Girls

[Verse 1] I get the boosters boosting, I get computers 'puting Y'all get shot at; call me, I do the shooting I do the recruiting, I tutor the students I nurture their brain, I'm moving 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 dosey, I roll mostly dolie I'll leave you wholly-holey, you'll say holy moly Here come the coroner, get em, play Rollie Pollie I'll tell you true stories, how I coldly hold heat When it's repping time, I get on extra grind Fried to fricassee, Pepperseed to Pepperdine Jeff Hamilton, Genesis, leather time Bitches say I'm the man, I tell em never mind [Hook] They getting nice, they got some ice Let's get the dice and roll em (get em girls) They getting chips, they flipping bricks Get the rots and pits, tell em (get em girls) She acting feisty, getting sheisty Call the wifey, tell her to (get em girl) Just lay back, get your face slapped We at the race track, eight stacks (get em girls) [Verse 2] You acting funny nigga Come dumb, dummy nigga Killa keep twenty blickers (I'm getting money nigga) So you should move away, or join the dude 'n play Hey, so you can say (I'm getting money nigga) 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, your spouse on my dick Posters on the wall, posted on my balls Dick in her mouth, I tell her "I'm gettin money niggaa" Y'all faking the fizzle, I'm caking for shizzle Fuck a Sizzler steak; my estates, they sizzle Ate, boom-boom, my ace boon coon Shake, bake, skate, vroom vroom (We gettin money niggaa) 7 to 8, zoom zoom, boom boom tune 'Fore I get life, that boom boom room (I'm gettin money niggaa) Wrecks 'n Effects: zoom zoom in poon-poon Since the movie Cocoon, had my Uzi platoon (I'm gettin money niggaa) [Hook] [Verse 3] My team is the Goonies, we were seen with buffoonies Toonies, best dressed, stay up in Neiman's and Bloomies Want to hit it from the back, she agreed that I'm looney But proceeded to moon me (I'm gettin money niggaa) "Baby" b.s. and "honey" do, Cam V.S. 1 and 2 I'll help you get your son out of P.S. 22 Get him a Mauri flow, from the Mauri show Fuck around, y'all gonna be up on the Maury Show He in 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 40, now I'm up 50 Buck 50, but quickly: who could fuck with me?