C'Mon Wit Da Git Down Lyrics
| Song | C'Mon Wit Da Git Down |
| Artist | Artifacts |
| Album | Between A Rock And A Hard Place |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Best, Brown, Smith, Williams | |
| Intro/Chorus: | |
| C'mon wit da c'mon, git down wit da git down (4X) | |
| Verse One: El Da Sensai | |
| C'mon and get down with that Artifacts sound | |
| Where kids get wreck and, the beat's bound to pound | |
| We're strollin through the industry B, see we gotta be | |
| the next shit that kicks, cause brothers ain't got it | |
| In this rap shit, ain't no time for the dilly-dally | |
| pally throw a match in the Gasoline Alley | |
| Blew up mad spots, kids were jealous for the props | |
| See the shit never stops Hobbes, just lookin for my dillz-knot | |
| Styles we make, never fake, broke breaks in every crate | |
| Old freestyles and dirty ass copied-over tapes | |
| Notified that, the Artifacts never slack | |
| While crews is on stage wack, we just play the back | |
| Now, the flip tripper ripper slits ya wit da mixture | |
| All crews, who never paid dues, watch it 'fore I get ya | |
| Cause nowadays, it's da ways, of the underground | |
| but they're wack now, so c'mon wit da git down | |
| Chorus | |
| Verse Two: Tame One | |
| You know the stacks, if not, then ask some niggaz who heard of me | |
| The half on the Artifacts of Jersey | |
| Cause brothers be buggin not givin love to the nuccas | |
| Sayin f**k us, cause we be shinin brighter than the suckers | |
| Shootin me prison nobody listens to your dissin | |
| Cause yo my shit's legit and as a lyricist I'm hittin | |
| the high note, so why don't, I smile when I take pictures | |
| Cause now that I rock I got more niggaz on my jock than bitches | |
| I just wanna do my jams with fams and slam into some hypeness | |
| But biters and backstabbin rappers don't even like us | |
| But props due, peep The Source RapPages and the Billboard | |
| And read about the tours while you be flappin your jaws | |
| I freak techniques, cause talk is cheaper than beepers from Broad Street | |
| Punks talk junk, Tame and the Sensai leave em all beat | |
| So peep how deep my technique freaks and how my shit sounds | |
| C'mon wit da c'mon, git down wit da git down | |
| Chorus | |
| Verse Three: MC El, Tame One | |
| Hold up, you rap sucker duck, buck, the track's rough enough | |
| to prove a point, that the niggaz is the joint | |
| Magazines where we're seen, now pop the tape in your deck | |
| I got the Heavy Ammunition 'cause I'm Flexi Wit Da Tech | |
| Niggaz, can't believe the Artifacts acheive | |
| Got, tricks up my sleeve so bow down on your knees | |
| Yo, we ain't got the same lame, ordinary plain game | |
| Put to shame any crew who wants to feel the flame | |
| So bring submission to the rap recognition | |
| My right hand is itchin from the shit that I'm scriptin | |
| So pass the baton, to the next runner up, Tame | |
| I give a pound so, c'mon wit da git down | |
| Aiyyo, word to my grandma's tampons, I drop bombs, but since | |
| our demo tracks had gaps some said my fat raps was half-assed | |
| Watchin others rock and clock we shocked em like a robot | |
| with our props, so now the Notty Head Niggaz got more knots yo | |
| My pockets are lumpy chump, my drunk style is trunky dunk | |
| My disc in crisp, put funk in funk like Humpty Hump | |
| 'cause I'm comin from the underground I'm down wit da git down | |
| MC's who used to diss us, get pissed cause they ain't shit now | |
| The Artifacts, represent on every stage we step on | |
| The days of gettin slept, are dead because we keep on | |
| peepin these weak MC's, who cheese with their bologny | |
| Cause they're phony as f**k, and couldn't pull shit off a tow truck | |
| So yo bro, now you know my flow so go and sit down | |
| or c'mon wit da c'mon, git down wit da git down | |
| Chorus 2X |
| zuo qu : Best, Brown, Smith, Williams | |
| Intro Chorus: | |
| C' mon wit da c' mon, git down wit da git down 4X | |
| Verse One: El Da Sensai | |
| C' mon and get down with that Artifacts sound | |
| Where kids get wreck and, the beat' s bound to pound | |
| We' re strollin through the industry B, see we gotta be | |
| the next shit that kicks, cause brothers ain' t got it | |
| In this rap shit, ain' t no time for the dillydally | |
| pally throw a match in the Gasoline Alley | |
| Blew up mad spots, kids were jealous for the props | |
| See the shit never stops Hobbes, just lookin for my dillzknot | |
| Styles we make, never fake, broke breaks in every crate | |
| Old freestyles and dirty ass copiedover tapes | |
| Notified that, the Artifacts never slack | |
| While crews is on stage wack, we just play the back | |
| Now, the flip tripper ripper slits ya wit da mixture | |
| All crews, who never paid dues, watch it ' fore I get ya | |
| Cause nowadays, it' s da ways, of the underground | |
| but they' re wack now, so c' mon wit da git down | |
| Chorus | |
| Verse Two: Tame One | |
| You know the stacks, if not, then ask some niggaz who heard of me | |
| The half on the Artifacts of Jersey | |
| Cause brothers be buggin not givin love to the nuccas | |
| Sayin f k us, cause we be shinin brighter than the suckers | |
| Shootin me prison nobody listens to your dissin | |
| Cause yo my shit' s legit and as a lyricist I' m hittin | |
| the high note, so why don' t, I smile when I take pictures | |
| Cause now that I rock I got more niggaz on my jock than bitches | |
| I just wanna do my jams with fams and slam into some hypeness | |
| But biters and backstabbin rappers don' t even like us | |
| But props due, peep The Source RapPages and the Billboard | |
| And read about the tours while you be flappin your jaws | |
| I freak techniques, cause talk is cheaper than beepers from Broad Street | |
| Punks talk junk, Tame and the Sensai leave em all beat | |
| So peep how deep my technique freaks and how my shit sounds | |
| C' mon wit da c' mon, git down wit da git down | |
| Chorus | |
| Verse Three: MC El, Tame One | |
| Hold up, you rap sucker duck, buck, the track' s rough enough | |
| to prove a point, that the niggaz is the joint | |
| Magazines where we' re seen, now pop the tape in your deck | |
| I got the Heavy Ammunition ' cause I' m Flexi Wit Da Tech | |
| Niggaz, can' t believe the Artifacts acheive | |
| Got, tricks up my sleeve so bow down on your knees | |
| Yo, we ain' t got the same lame, ordinary plain game | |
| Put to shame any crew who wants to feel the flame | |
| So bring submission to the rap recognition | |
| My right hand is itchin from the shit that I' m scriptin | |
| So pass the baton, to the next runner up, Tame | |
| I give a pound so, c' mon wit da git down | |
| Aiyyo, word to my grandma' s tampons, I drop bombs, but since | |
| our demo tracks had gaps some said my fat raps was halfassed | |
| Watchin others rock and clock we shocked em like a robot | |
| with our props, so now the Notty Head Niggaz got more knots yo | |
| My pockets are lumpy chump, my drunk style is trunky dunk | |
| My disc in crisp, put funk in funk like Humpty Hump | |
| ' cause I' m comin from the underground I' m down wit da git down | |
| MC' s who used to diss us, get pissed cause they ain' t shit now | |
| The Artifacts, represent on every stage we step on | |
| The days of gettin slept, are dead because we keep on | |
| peepin these weak MC' s, who cheese with their bologny | |
| Cause they' re phony as f k, and couldn' t pull shit off a tow truck | |
| So yo bro, now you know my flow so go and sit down | |
| or c' mon wit da c' mon, git down wit da git down | |
| Chorus 2X |
| zuò qǔ : Best, Brown, Smith, Williams | |
| Intro Chorus: | |
| C' mon wit da c' mon, git down wit da git down 4X | |
| Verse One: El Da Sensai | |
| C' mon and get down with that Artifacts sound | |
| Where kids get wreck and, the beat' s bound to pound | |
| We' re strollin through the industry B, see we gotta be | |
| the next shit that kicks, cause brothers ain' t got it | |
| In this rap shit, ain' t no time for the dillydally | |
| pally throw a match in the Gasoline Alley | |
| Blew up mad spots, kids were jealous for the props | |
| See the shit never stops Hobbes, just lookin for my dillzknot | |
| Styles we make, never fake, broke breaks in every crate | |
| Old freestyles and dirty ass copiedover tapes | |
| Notified that, the Artifacts never slack | |
| While crews is on stage wack, we just play the back | |
| Now, the flip tripper ripper slits ya wit da mixture | |
| All crews, who never paid dues, watch it ' fore I get ya | |
| Cause nowadays, it' s da ways, of the underground | |
| but they' re wack now, so c' mon wit da git down | |
| Chorus | |
| Verse Two: Tame One | |
| You know the stacks, if not, then ask some niggaz who heard of me | |
| The half on the Artifacts of Jersey | |
| Cause brothers be buggin not givin love to the nuccas | |
| Sayin f k us, cause we be shinin brighter than the suckers | |
| Shootin me prison nobody listens to your dissin | |
| Cause yo my shit' s legit and as a lyricist I' m hittin | |
| the high note, so why don' t, I smile when I take pictures | |
| Cause now that I rock I got more niggaz on my jock than bitches | |
| I just wanna do my jams with fams and slam into some hypeness | |
| But biters and backstabbin rappers don' t even like us | |
| But props due, peep The Source RapPages and the Billboard | |
| And read about the tours while you be flappin your jaws | |
| I freak techniques, cause talk is cheaper than beepers from Broad Street | |
| Punks talk junk, Tame and the Sensai leave em all beat | |
| So peep how deep my technique freaks and how my shit sounds | |
| C' mon wit da c' mon, git down wit da git down | |
| Chorus | |
| Verse Three: MC El, Tame One | |
| Hold up, you rap sucker duck, buck, the track' s rough enough | |
| to prove a point, that the niggaz is the joint | |
| Magazines where we' re seen, now pop the tape in your deck | |
| I got the Heavy Ammunition ' cause I' m Flexi Wit Da Tech | |
| Niggaz, can' t believe the Artifacts acheive | |
| Got, tricks up my sleeve so bow down on your knees | |
| Yo, we ain' t got the same lame, ordinary plain game | |
| Put to shame any crew who wants to feel the flame | |
| So bring submission to the rap recognition | |
| My right hand is itchin from the shit that I' m scriptin | |
| So pass the baton, to the next runner up, Tame | |
| I give a pound so, c' mon wit da git down | |
| Aiyyo, word to my grandma' s tampons, I drop bombs, but since | |
| our demo tracks had gaps some said my fat raps was halfassed | |
| Watchin others rock and clock we shocked em like a robot | |
| with our props, so now the Notty Head Niggaz got more knots yo | |
| My pockets are lumpy chump, my drunk style is trunky dunk | |
| My disc in crisp, put funk in funk like Humpty Hump | |
| ' cause I' m comin from the underground I' m down wit da git down | |
| MC' s who used to diss us, get pissed cause they ain' t shit now | |
| The Artifacts, represent on every stage we step on | |
| The days of gettin slept, are dead because we keep on | |
| peepin these weak MC' s, who cheese with their bologny | |
| Cause they' re phony as f k, and couldn' t pull shit off a tow truck | |
| So yo bro, now you know my flow so go and sit down | |
| or c' mon wit da c' mon, git down wit da git down | |
| Chorus 2X |
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