Foesum Hit Lyrics

Hit Lyrics

Bitch, where you at 

 Baby, baby, just get on down 

 just get on down, just get on down 

 just get on down, just get on down 

 [T-Dubb] 

 Come take a trip with me to the Eastside 

 with the homeys from the Foe love to whoo-ride 

 dippin, clownin, trippin and sparkin 

 sittin in the back with a cup of Remy Martin 

 bouncin in a 64, straight flexin 

 gold wide rims, candy paint will reflect shit 

 time to hit the cut so now you know 

 I'm packin much heat from the west to the east coast 

 so now I'm ready to ride, lets roll 

 floatin, coastin, 3 wheel motion 

 hittin every corner nigga when I dip 

 I gotta hit a switch so I can make the ass lift 

 16 switches front and back 

 crawlin sideways with my Chronic sack 

 rollin through the LBC wit a grip 

 so listen to the Dubb as I flow with some G Shit 

 (Chorus) x2 

 Just get on down (just get on down) 

 Just get on down (just get on down) 

 Just get on down (just get on down) 

 How do you shake baby 

 [DJ Glaze] 

 Comin through the cut muthafuckaz get these 

 drop top Benz with the AMGs 

 hookin shit up, movin over the competition 

 listen, fools dont know I'm on a mission, dippin 

 3 qualos deep with the beat 

 as I floss up and down the street, so peep 

 I got the chip in the Motorola flip 

 G lock 19 if these fools wanna trip 

 (do you see em) see em 

 (spot em) T-Dubb should I get em 

 (get em) got em 

 hang his ass up, break him down to a minimum 

 givin him no chance, I got the 9 to make his ass dance 

 we bring him problems in 95 

 so break wide while my click's hittin side to side 

 its unbelieveable the way we dip 

 so just ride, as we demonstrate some G Shit 

 (Chorus) x2 

 Just get on down (just get on down) 

 Just get on down (just get on down) 

 Just get on down (just get on down) 

 How do you shake baby 

 [M&M] 

 Now I crawls in, slidin in a drop blue Regal 

 sittin on these 13 inch wheels 

 dippin cuz my homeboys got the hook up 

 hit the back streets, the police get shook up 

 stopped at the light, rolled a J of the indo 

 got the shit lit, rolled up the tinted window 

 smoke's in the air so I'm buzzin 

 and I got a grip in my pocket cuz I came up hustlin 

 rolled to the homey's pad, shits on dank 

 grabbed the 40 ounce, took it straight to the neck 

 gettin fucked up fool, like an OG 

 standin 6 feet with the bald head and gold teeth 

 mob to the ride so me and the homey shake 

 got the nickel plated 45 tucked by my waist 

 so if anything pops act like you didn't see shit 

 or get that ass twisted cuz I'm kickin that G Shit 

 (Chorus) x2 

 Just get on down (just get on down) 

 Just get on down (just get on down) 

 Just get on down (just get on down) 

 How do you shake baby