Just Get On Down (G-Shit)

Artist: Foesum Album: Perfection Song: Just Get On Down (G-Shit) Bitch, where you at Baby, baby, just get on down Just get on down, just get on down Just get on down, just get on down [T-Dubb] Come take a trip with me to the Eastside With the homeys from the Foe love to whoo-ride Dippin, clownin, trippin and sparkin Sittin in the back with a cup of Remy Martin Bouncin in a 64, straight flexin Gold wide rims, candy paint will reflect shit Time to hit the cut so now you know I'm packin much heat from the west to the east coast So now I'm ready to ride, lets roll Floatin, coastin, 3 wheel motion Hittin every corner nigga when I dip I gotta hit a switch so I can make the ass lift 16 switches front and back Crawlin sideways with my Chronic sack Rollin through the LBC wit a grip So listen to the Dubb as I flow with some G Shit (Chorus) x2 Just get on down (just get on down) Just get on down (just get on down) Just get on down (just get on down) How do you shake baby [DJ Glaze] Comin through the cut muthafuckaz get these Drop top Benz with the AMGs Hookin shit up, movin over the competition Listen, fools dont know I'm on a mission, dippin 3 qualos deep with the beat As I floss up and down the street, so peep I got the chip in the Motorola flip G lock 19 if these fools wanna trip (do you see em) see em (spot em) T-Dubb should I get em (get em) got em Hang his ass up, break him down to a minimum Givin him no chance, I got the 9 to make his ass dance We bring him problems in 95 So break wide while my click's hittin side to side Its unbelieveable the way we dip So just ride, as we demonstrate some G Shit (Chorus) x2 Just get on down (just get on down) Just get on down (just get on down) Just get on down (just get on down) How do you shake baby [M&M] Now I crawls in, slidin in a drop blue Regal Sittin on these 13 inch wheels Dippin cuz my homeboys got the hook up Hit the back streets, the police get shook up Stopped at the light, rolled a J of the indo Got the shit lit, rolled up the tinted window Smoke's in the air so I'm buzzin And I got a grip in my pocket cuz I came up hustlin Rolled to the homey's pad, shits on dank Grabbed the 40 ounce, took it straight to the neck Gettin fucked up fool, like an OG Standin 6 feet with the bald head and gold teeth Mob to the ride so me and the homey shake Got the nickel plated 45 tucked by my waist So if anything pops act like you didn't see shit Or get that ass twisted cuz I'm kickin that G Shit (Chorus) x2 Just get on down (just get on down) Just get on down (just get on down) Just get on down (just get on down) How do you shake baby