Lyrics:

(feat. Claudette Ortiz)



Yeah..

It's still Murder, I.N.C.



[repeat 4X]

[Ja] I got you mami

[CO] I got you daddy



[Chorus: Claudette Ortiz]

Let's get this party started

Throw your drink up and move your body

But you can't get up on it

'til I see you work harder for it

C'mon, let's get it started

Don't you leave me all hot and bothered

You want me? Come grab it

Show me that you got me daddy



[Ja Rule]

I got you ma, workin in New York City

It's Satuday Night Live, and I'm hot so bear with me

Plus a little tired from the time zone switches

But right on time to hit a club for a minute

I get in and get a table, get bottles, some bitches

come over, they claimin they models

Until they want a drink they ain't even know who I was

Until I took my hat off, and then they started backin that ass up

Whoa! She did this dance with her hands up

Then she touched her toes and made my thing stand up

Type of chick that'll have a nigga in handcuffs

Taste but don't swallow, look but don't touch

Forbidden, not to be eaten, but she is

feedin me rotten apples that fall from the tree

Why don't we leave, just us three, and get acquainted

Mama I'm just playin - but I'm sayin



[Chorus]



[Ja Rule]

I got you ma, I'm in L.A., I'm the latest

Caught the last flight in from JFK

Baggage claim sign read R-U-L-E

Takin me straight to the party so I can get started

Rubbin on bitches like full body massages

And takin dead aim on all open targets

Soon as I walk in I see the one

that I wanna be humpin, bouncin, and grindin on

Her lowrider sit low, you can see her thong

And she like to get low on her favorite songs

I'm like don't stop, get it get it, let me get up on it

Let me see how bad you really want it

like, them cold nights when you're hot and lonely

Give me your pager, pick up a phone and call me

I was thinkin that maybe we could have an orgy

Mama I'm just playin - but I'm sayin



[Chorus]



[Ja Rule]

I got you ma, and Miami's the scene

Filled with fast women when they stop intervene

Tanned up and their walk is mean

I don't wonder how she got in, I want her out of them jeans

It seems, me and my team got a routine habit

Of gettin rid of sweaters as soon as we snag 'em

In the club, gettin high, relaxin

I see a few asses that's pacin backwards my way

The DJ spinnin it backwards

Givin shouts to actors, athletes and rappers

Now, let's get it crackin, you know how it happen

After the party there's an afterparty happenin

(Let's get this party started)

Ain't that what you said, or am I hearin things?

Is you drunk, cause you look like you swerve in both lanes

Mama I'm just playin - but I'm sayin



[Chorus]



[Ja Rule]

I got you ma, y'know

Whenever, Murder INC

Flex-in