Get It In - Keith Sweat

(Feat. Method Man) [Intro: Method Man] Scott Storch! [echoes] Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you! The alter ego himself, Black-Ty Girl, gon' get it in [Chorus x2: Black-Ty + Method Man] Girl get that ass on the flo', gon' get it in Drink some'n, smoke some'n, gon' get it in Lean to the left and the right, gon' get it in Do whatever you like, just gon' get it in [Black-Ty:] Walk up in the club and I got two dimes on my arms Haters are grillin but they ain't gon' do no harm So, let me do what I came to do I got, to but I'm lookin fo' a whole new crew Who used to, doin it the way I do And if you're ugly I ain't fuckin wit'chu Pimpin ain't easy but if it's wrong I don't wanna be right I'm leavin here with plenty of 'em tonight It's Black-Ty with the M-E-T-H-O-D, Man Storch on the beat, of course we gon' win Understand I'm a grown ass man in the buildin Hoes catch feelings cause they love how I get it in [Chorus] [Method Man:] Yo, listen I'm like Gil Scott shootin at shit Last poet with that +Heron+ but this time, I'm shootin that get Check my paperwork, I'm movin legit I got this chick boostin my fits, amazin what she do to a dick Oh yeah it's Wu bitch, pass me a spliff Staten Island back in the mix, big boss nigga crackin the whip Ain't no problem, I'm a master at this These silly rappers is really actors who swag jackers yappin they lips (John John!) Next MC, I believe that's me Top model in the bottle of VSOP It's guaranteed I'm a problem to a S.O.B. And you can put half of that on yo' momma and the rest on me Gon' get it in [Chorus] [Interlude: Method Man] Damn, I thought I told you You can lead a horse through water But you can't make 'em drink trick Black-TY! WHAT! Gon' get it in [Black-Ty:] Where all my smokers at? {*inhales*} Gon' get it in It's poppin up in V.I.P. so go and tell a friend Platinum status, official hoe mag-a-net Fake thugs with Don Juan jux, I'm not havin it You find me up in V.I.P. Chillin in the back with a sexy-ass Puerto Rican mami Watch me get busy up on these hoes And my niggaz got ten apiece, we ready to goooo [Method Man:] Yeah, yeah, Method Man and Black-Ty "Is niggaz that fly?" Man do peas got black eyes? Bitch recognize, grab your purse and let's ride Look at Mr. Meth with your ex in the Rex-5 Man I can't lie, be advised big pimpin about to start If this chick wanna back-talk, ERRRT, get out and walk Don't slick talk, with women I like 'em feminine Skin color cinnamon, mami now gon' get it in (get it in) [Chorus] [Outro: Method Man] Yeah, Method Man, Black-Ty Scott Storch on the beat Aiyyo Ty, my brother Scream at your frog my dude, anytime Aight +Baby Boy+? Ah-ha ha ha ha ha You ain't know I was gon' sneak that in there on you Did you Jodi? Hahahaha, yeah y'all Ha-ha, gon' get it in

FS green Zo ziek niggers willen dat ik hoest op ze Maar ik ben gierig man ik blaas niet eens m'n kush op ze. Ik rij lang in een gele mini, en ik zit zo laag Het voelde net als een lamborghini Noem me Heffelini. Of nee, noem me Tony. Want ik klap je met een elleboog als macaroni. Vind je mannen fony. Killah is een homey, En als vrouwtje niet wil koken, pizza peperoni. Yeah, ik ben geboren voor die shit. Niet gedoucht, niet geschoren. Jullie horen wat het is. Ik was all about the chips, toen jij streste om een flippo. M'n baard doet je denken aan Kimbo Dit is wat we doen, De guns gaan, barabing baraboem. Je denkt ik ben beroemd, maar ik ben nog steeds een goon. Nog steeds op m'n money zo van, is er niks te doen? Wat weet je over Kees bellen om te zeggen dat je kiest voor Jiggy? M'n balls in de streets is biggy, de wiet is sticky. Siroop of Wicky. Ik deel een sixpack met Killah, en ik krijg een blikkie. Jullie vallen door de mand, of jullie vallen tegen. Ik draai m'n tweede joint, het is pas half negen. Loop rond in m'n badjas, playboy. Happy Meals, de goons sparen nog steeds toys Get it in, Get it in. Money als een hustler, bitches als een pimp Pomp deze in de bak of de gevangenis. Echte mannen zeggen niks, en houden vol. Maakt niet uit hoe lang het is. Ze doens ons na op de straat, ze doen ons na op de plaat. Goons op de hoek gooien nu hun Arks in de sky. Mr. Me Toos overal, Ik heb kids in the scene, steeds overal Zie me stunnen', ik wiep B's overal. Ik speel de game hands on doggie, korfbal. Ik rock het, jij rockt het. Ik drop het, jij kopt het. Een Ark logo op m'n Parra dus hij flopt niet. Dapper zijn kan je leven kosten. Ik niet, maar m'n neef popt je, of m'n baby dropt je. Ik ben easy homey, high als een helikopter. Big money poppin', m'n swag is baby op ze. Zo eighties op ze. Crack flows, ja je weet ik drop ze. Wie is toffer? LV koffer. In de elevator puffen, Top floor waar we model ho's choppen. So real, m'n money is wit coke deals. Ik heb m'n vinger in de pap, doggy. Oatmeal. Ik overleef crashes als m'n Turk sel. Kom terug als Feis en ik geef al die mannen hel. Dus wil je mee boy? Ik neem je mee boy. Maar speel geen spelletjes met me, ik ben geen gameboy. Je ziet: ik ben heavy in the game boy. Van de block tot de movies, gay boy. Get it in, get it in. Money als een hustler, bitches als een pimp. Pomp deze in de bak of de gevangenis. Echte mannen zeggen niks, en houden vol. Maakt niet uit hoelang het is.

Girl, you're gonna make me lose my mind Is that his real teeth? Hold it, hold it a long time Let's get all up in it now If you stand in my space, we gonna hug it out If you dance in my space, we gonna groove it out If you gonna back it up, back it on up like a good girl If you lay in my space, we gonna get down and get all up in it (Get all up in it now) Hold it, hold it a long time (Get all up in it now) I'm gonna tell your mama on you (Get all up in it now) Hold it, a little bit longer now (Get all up in it now) Slap my mama have mercy on me If you sing it out loud, I'm gonna sing along If we singing what's right, we know we can't be wrong If you whisper my name, I'm gonna listen while the gettin's good When your screaming out my name, we be gettin' down and get all up in it now (Get all up in it now) Hold it, hold it a long time (Get all up in it now) I'm gonna tell your mama on you (Get all up in it now) Hold it, a little bit longer now (Get all up in it now) Slap my mama have mercy on me, hey Another round of mother funker Another round of mother funker Another round of mother funker Another round of mother funker Gotcha bell bottoms on and you're ready to go (Get all up in it now) Coming in hot, packing that ammo (Get all up in it now) Well slap my mama have mercy on me (Get all up in it now) Gonna get down and get all up in it Gonna get down and get all up in it Gonna get down and get all up in it Gonna get down, gonna get it, get it Lord slap my mama, have mercy on me Gonna get down and get all up in it (Get all up in it now) Hold it, hold it a long time (Get all up in it now) I'm gonna tell your mama on you (Get all up in it now) Hold it, a little bit longer now Slap my mama yeah (Get all up in it now) Hold it, hold it a long time (Get all up in it now) I'm gonna tell your mama on you (Get all up in it now) Hold it, a little bit longer now (Get all up in it now) Slap my mama have mercy on me I'm gonna tell your mama on you

Yeah Na-na-na-na Yeah Na-na-na-na Now me I'm the life of the party A little bit of juice little bit of the gin A little bit of Mo et play bottles of the Rose Feel a little buzz then I'm gettin' it in... Now me I get it in, I get it in... Me I get it in, I get it in... Now me I get it in, I get it in... Me I get it in, I get it in... Look as soon as I step in the club I swear my nigga you can feel the attention shift Started around twelve ended up around two I better leave with more hoes than I came here with I can't be responsible for what I say or I do when I talk intoxicated Shorty say I told her I love her I put her out the next mornin' sayin' bitch I must have been faded I don't know what you heard about me but the word about me that I'm no trick I'm no sucker I'm no chump I be in the VIP with my niggaz 'round me sayin' y'all can have whatever you want... Me I get it in Sunday, Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday That's Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday we get it in... I need a drink, give me a drink I need a drink, shorty give me a drink I need a drink, give me a drink I need a drink, shorty give me a drink I hate to say I told you so, but I told you so, I go hard when it's time to play Shorty get to droppin' it low, like the dancers do, in the Go-Go in front of me She know I like to see her dance she get to breakin' it down we get the bouncin' outta control Because I got a hell of a flow we got paper to blow my whole clique pop bottles galore It's no secret the hood done peeped it when we come through son we look like bread My '89 grind make my old nine shine like we been movin' bricks 'round this bitch for years I say I get it in it's because I get it in, now shorty there a eight but her friend near a ten I finna spend my G she fuck with me I'm into win, I'm cooler than her ma then we do this shit again Me I get it in Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday That's Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday we get it in I need a drink, give me a drink I need a drink, shorty give me a drink I need a drink, give me a drink I need a drink, shorty give me a drink Na-na-na-na-Now me I'm the life of the party A little bit of juice little bit of the gin A little bit of Mo et play bottles of the Rose Feel a little buzz then I'm gettin' it in Now me I get it in, I get it in Me I get it in, I get it in Now me I get it in, I get it in Me I get it in, I get it in