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!