Get Bitches (OJ Simpson Remix)

[Intro: Fat Boys & Jackie Ross] "Oh! [?] like that" "Ladies and gentlemen [?]" "New life is born into a world [Verse 1: Guilty Simpson] We bangin' that jungle music Homies in the hood flip bundles to it Make exchanges to flake for wages Hustlin' hard before the jake engages They wanna see the apes in cages We never conversate with agents Anti-police to speak in layman's I'd rather take a swim with Cayman For real, man, fuck 'em all That's why I flick off cops and cuff my balls Smokin' that good shit Your baby mama wanna fuck with that hood shit And I'm just what she need, a gangsta breed Yeah, break down my weed, fuck and leave You niggas wanna buck with G's. Bitch, please I seen harder kids in a Chuck E. Cheese [Chorus] Gettin' bitches Get-get— gettin' riches (Ha) Gettin' bitches Get-get— gettin' riches Gettin' bitches Get-get— gettin' riches (Yo, listen) [Verse 2] We hustlin', don't confuse it Money is the bread, hen dog's the fluid Sold out stages, the love's outrageous Swoosh on the A-1's match the laces They wanna see the crew with cases They tell me that I'm too abrasive Unseen, we move evasive We don't follow rules, we take it And I only trust my dogs Y'all fake—that's why, I don't fuck with y'all I'm tryin' to get hood rich So miss me with all of that bullshit For this here I bleed, yes indeed I'm tryin' to cop a black Range and have extra cheese Y'all wanna test me, please. Bitch, squeeze I ain't hard to find man, I'm in the D— D— D— [Chorus] Gettin' riches ([?] West) Gettin' riches (Detroit) Gettin' bitches Get-get— gettin' riches Get— get— gettin' bitches What-what— gettin' riches (Get-get—) gettin' bitches Gettin' bitches [Outro] [Peanut Butter Wolf?] Detroit!