Get Right

(álbum: Ghetto Fabolous - 2001)

Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh
Uh huh, uh huh, oh, oh, come on
Huh huh, yeah uh, yeah, uh huh, hey
What, uh huh, what, uh
Yeah, uh, yea, ho uh
Fabolous, ho, c'mon, huh
Yeah, Brooklyn, Brooklyn, come on, uh

Yo, y'all gon' hear this in the nightclubs for a year
When the song go on, throw on, ya tight mugs or ya stares
It's like bugs up in here, like thugs up in here
Throw ya fingas up like you gon' snipe slugs in the air
HATAS might have a slight grudge when I'm there
See this froze on my wrist, like bugs in my ear
Ladies pass through, I might rub on her rear
Pop Cris' in her face, make her wipe suds from her hair
Even dykes tug on my gear, the way I like strud up in here
Look at the nice smuds that I wear
Drinks be flinging, minks be swinging, the way the pinky-ringing,
Link be blinging, you think we slingin'?
I wanna see the roof of your coupe, sitting behind ya
18 inches and up, no sitting on minors
After the club hitting a diner
Spitting the lines, and end up in a hotel, getting vagina, get it right

[Chorus:]
Ladies Rub ya tits if ya getting right (HEY!)
Niggas Grab ya dicks if ya getting right (HO!)
Don't be thinking bout that nigga that you wit tonite
Don't be thinking bout that chick, that you wit tonite
Ladies Rub ya tits if ya getting right (HEY!)
Niggas Grab ya dicks if ya getting right (HO!)
If getting right is the only thing you wit tonite
Ladies (HEY!)
Niggas (HO!)

Ma, it's hard to stop and not admit it
You like the way the drop I got is kitted, cops can't spot who is it
You wanna stop and jot ya digits
Must be how I hop on yachts and visit, tropic spots I did it
The top the watch is glitted
Make niggas wanna bop they knots, stop and plot to get it
Like I won't pop a shot in fitteds
I got the type of machine guns, that cops and swats be hitted
I wanna drop but not to hit it, stop we not committed
Think we hitting shopping spots, forget it
Move ya neck, rock from side to side
Neva get checked, me and my glock side and side
This in ya deck let it knock inside ya ride
We in the 'jects of the blocks in the widest five
Spending a grands nuthing for 'lous (lis)
You ain't got on a badge playa, so why you handcuffing the chicks?

[Chorus]

Y'all hardly see I be 'round
But when I do, I be, I be down, in a VIP lounge
I get in the club, I don't need ID now
Bulky nig, can't even see my 3-pound
You know how that kid from B-Stuy be down
Y'all see my C-pound, y'all see y'all be drowned
Skee-o, gotta, re-ply she down, which sheet I meet down
I know she getting right HEY
Ladies tug me when I strut
So this thug be in the cut, taking thug b's to the gut
Rays beaming, y'all think I be day-dreaming
But I stay scheming like, "Shortie could get it"
Next screening, they see all this ice and grey gleaming
They like "Damn, Shortie could get it"
And I may be crazy
But I see some ladies tonite that should be drinking my baby's baby

[Chorus 2x]