Casual We Don`t Get Down Lyrics

We Don`t Get Down Lyrics

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Chorus

(Repeat twice)

We don't get down like dat

Even though it might look it might sound like dat

Nigga you can fuck around and get down like dat

Fo' real.Fo' real



[First verse]

Sittin' in the back….hella quiet

Eye's hidden with the hat

Silent but violent is how he act's

Only word's said "I'll be back"

Even the fatigues are black

With the tree's n' the gatt

Fifty gee's in the 'lac

Smellin' the sack

Find a nice little rat n' probably never come back

Be circlein' her house like "where-ever her at?"

Other than that a nigga stay, smotherin' rat's

All in her cat even if she motherin' dat

Dis' E.S.O.O.G. sippin' VSOP in the V.I.P

But now he know in the E.S.O

They  doh'wanna seize (see's?) you all in the G.S.four

Heat in the trunk bad bitch n' she in some pump's

While you a hop skip n' a jump from being a punk

Or put his 85 Fleet up on your lawn n' snatch up your first born

Like Elle Anne or Jean Benet n' see you on your way

Everything you love it could be gone today

Eh I'm psycho alpha crazy disco

What, a brother know?

Than again what a bitch know?

Shit's so easy for the schizo get dough flip mo'

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Chorus

(Repeat twice)

Eh we don't get down like dat

Even though it might look or might sound like dat

Nigga you can fuck around and get down like dat

Fo' real.Fo' real



[Second verse]

Just because I got my own C.D. n' bitch's be on my lyric's like ecstasy

You can catch me (Uwe?) n' E Fee (check shout out's) in a S.U.V

With bitch's lookin' at us like "rescue me!"

Manipulatin' women, that's my speciality

So that could be me in the Lex two gee

And next to me a stallion talkin' 'bout sex

Nigga I'm a do my thang wit' you if I hang wit you

If I ain't wit chu I'm aimin' for brain tissue

When nigga's who came with you think I'm playin' games wit you

I aimmm n' hit you with the same pistol

I ain't a killer n' premeditated murder undereducated.                         
                                                                                
                   

And don't get away wit it, be pointin', the finger like "Dey did
it!"

A nigga snitch went bitch real game wit it

I freak a flow just to play wit it

Just like I play wit ho's intelligence n' tell a bitch I'm celibate

Just for the hell of it

Didn't like smell of it

 She highly upset

I'm highly intelligent

Buildin' on future development

The hardest emcee's out are now delicate

Rap voyeur

 Wit slap for ya

 Tha' warrior Dela Hoya

Swingin' wit no feeling's for ya



Chorus

(Repeat three times)

Eh we don't get down like dat

Even though it might look or might sound like dat

Nigga you can fuck around and get down like dat

Fo' real.Fo' real



Final chorus

(Slightly changed)

Eh Eh we don't fuck around like dat

Even though it might look it might sound like dat

Nigga you can fuck around and get down like dat

Fo' real. Fo' real

(Major Terror's mellifluous solo begins.)