We Got It Lyrics

We Got It lyrics

Uh, check it, check it 

 Aiyo, it’s very rare that you see me an Lanson 

 In a club, with bub, partyin, we dancin 

 If so, it’s Chris, Bacardi, an some Branson 

 All leathered out in a Harley or a Vanson 

 Now I ain’t dissin chicks 

 But I ain’t trickin shit 

 That’s Un yo, wit me you get fish an chips 

 That’s right exotic and we live it 

 But jus cause I got it 

 Don’t mean you can get it 

 Now I take them black, nasty, redbone, beautiful 

 Jus brush your teeth for me, that’s suitable 

 Don’t care about your toes or your cuticles 

 First we lie then work them thighs 

 It’s a one night stand, not to hurt your pride 

 But ma, I’m a dog, it ain’t worth the lies 

 And tell your man chill 

 He don’t deserve to die 

 Plus the nigga probably ain’t circumcised 

  

 Chorus [Mase] 

 Oh every beat we make, we make hot 

 And every watch we got, got rocks 

 And every car we got, we got dropped 

 And every glock we got, we keep cocked 

 To all the charts you on, we on top 

 And every house you own, we jus copped 

 And all the bank you got, we got stock 

 And every chick you wit, we jus hit 

  

 Check it out 

 Yo, I’m the same cat that you see in all places 

 Got a mil in hundreds and it’s all small faces 

 Old school money, uh huh, we got access 

 What you get a year, we spend that on taxes 

 We don’t talk to niggas, we jus wait for faxes 

 End up wit the cash, you bent up in the trash 

 Leave you wet, we set, in a net, in the dash 

 Nigga like me been a vet since the past 

 Who out here don’t feel I’m lockin it yet 

 Video time, no props on the set 

 If you see a car that’s my drop on the set 

 If you see jewels thats the rocks on my neck 

 And if a club scene really pop to be wet 

 We jus bought a chopper, you coppin Bigets 

 If you feel different, I’m stoppin the bet 

 You rockin a vet while we hop on a jet 

  

 Chorus 

  

 Hey pretty mama come wit me 

 If you think your a nasty girl 

 Your man had you livin in a fantasy 

 But it’s really Cam’Ron’s world 

 Meet me at the door about a quarter to four 

 And bring four more girls (bring em all) 

 My mans outside in the parking lot 

 With the six chromed out in pearl 

 And yo, you know my style when we creepin too 

 Yo, who dat boo, your man beepin you 

 Well say your wit Lexis, with the Lexus 

 God damn yo, I just missed the exit 

 I’m kinda tipsy, I don’t want to wreck shit 

 And don’t think ma, that I’m on some next shit 

 Just wanna know if we can get breakfast 

 Then go to the telly for some sex shit 

  

 Chorus 2X