Get Down

[Verse 1: DJ Quik] (Shoot back) I'm hard and I'm flossy and I'm all that You talk a lot of shit, where yo' bodyguard at? I got a pocket full of money, where the mall at? Where the quads at, where the drinks, where the broads at? (Shoot back) Niggas fightin' over bitches need to squash that You shouldn't be disgruntled cause you didn't learn to posh that It's black pussy and I'm still tryin' to wash that Rinse it up, lip to butt, right between the center gut (Shoot back) Sit in my lap, and look at my snaps Drop a twenty and watch these troublemakers fightin' for scraps My drawers so clean, my nuts are so powdered Don't stress me out, just eat your clam chowder Tryin' to stick my honeybee into yo' flower If you like this record then make the shit louder (Shoot back) It's so terrific out on the Pacific Green plants and dancin' make you feel lifted I'm DJ Quik and I'm so fuckin' gifted That you didn't even feel when the momentum shifted (Shoot back) I turned the pocket around And slowed it all the way down, I'm a musical cop now [Chorus] Get down on the ground, spread your legs, put your hands behind your back Get up and walk backwards towards me You under arrest for them big-ass breasts And that ass made me think you had a strap, pick your ass up Get down on your face, spread 'em wide, where your ID? Why you tryin to lie to me? you've got the right to remain Either you can ride the big-ass bus Go to jail or go home with us, I need backup [Verse 2: Chingy] Excuse me miss, I'm pullin' you over Cause your ass is extremely too fat You need backup Quik? I'm the right nigga to get My picks are thick stallion, I'm slangin' the dick Still bangin' the bricks, with the 'caine and the six Remain in the mix, because I'm famous and shit (Shoot back) Let the guest in, doors open, my entourage walked in Let's get some whore scopin' I'm open for more pokin' On my wrist is fifty tokens, buy that chump Sold a show out for a mill', try that chump I'm on the boat still listenin' to, "Way 2 Fonky" Park that ass right hurr chick and make that monkey Talk for me, when ya walk I see A clear speech come and get it I got some for each Now I'm bumpin' on the radio and put it on repeat Play it loud in the streets, go out and get yourself a freak The moral of the story is we ho-hoppin police Know your rights, put these cuffs on, you locked in these sheets [Chorus] Get down on the ground, spread your legs, put your hands behind your back Get up and walk backwards towards me You under arrest for them big-ass breasts And that ass made me think you had a strap, pick your ass up Get down on your face, spread 'em wide, where your ID? Why you tryin to lie to me? you've got the right to remain Either you can ride the big-ass bus Go to jail or go home with us, I need backup [Verse 3: Chingy] Excess cologne, women be attracted Got the best sex c'mon, it's somethin' 'bout the action When they flex wet and bone, a model or a actress I attach this note, before the script get wrote (Shoot back) She see the list, text you're gone I tap it make it happen stress there's eggs at home A captain be reactin' to the sweat as you moan Hold up give me a second I think Quik got somethin' else to say before we end this record [Verse 4: DJ Quik] This beat is for your uncle and aunt It's old enough to be dope, but young enough to be hot Dedicated to everybody been beat by the cops Just tryin' to get to the party and pop tequila in shots The legendary incendiary resentment for authority figures From the most vocal of the local niggas California to death, bringin' Compton to life Makin' beats that'll snap yo' neck and have you writin' a check You need to [Chorus] Get down on the ground, spread your legs, put your hands behind your back Get up and walk backwards towards me You under arrest for them big-ass breasts And that ass made me think you had a strap, pick your ass up Get down on your face, spread 'em wide, where your ID? Why you tryin to lie to me? you've got the right to remain Either you can ride the big-ass bus Go to jail or go home with us, I need backup