Lyrics:

Get down!
You oughta be rockin' down right about here
(Repeated and scratched)

(Yeah, yeah... yeah... uh huh, uh huh)
You love it when it's like this, we deep over there
The dice games, the car shows, broads everywhere
New paper freakin' me off, my workout's mean
Spending hours in the 'cuzzi, clicking channels on the screen
Miss Chin, full body rub, hosted that snub
Got a mob of thugs, shirts off, dancing through the club
See, the ladies keep touring, the Cris keep pouring
I'm Iverson at the two guard, automatic scoring
Want a woman that's doin' it, got her own stash
Some Halle Berry, Salli Richardson, Stacey Dash
Come to all Venus' tennis matches, full linen suit
Next to Lisa Les, some WNBA loot
Slide a few mommies on a plane, sippin' coladas
Wrote half the album over the sands in the Bahamas
Gotta hurt some things, wanna live like kings
Come sharp for the playoffs, the race for the rings

It was a Friday night, all the ladies rump shakin'
The place start quakin' and everybody makin'
Hot beats for the street, let everybody know
Pete Rock is on the on the beat box
And every jam that we rock, we rock it non-stop
...

******* This Lyrics is NOT for Commercial use *******
(1409622401841)