Come And Get It Lyrics

Come And Get It lyrics

f/ Redman







[Lady Luck]



Yo!



Yo, yo, yo, come on



Yo, yo, yo, come on



Yo, yo, yo, yo!







[Verse 1: Lady Luck]



Yo, yo, yo



You could get rugged, rough, hard like luck



Bring your best rhymes and you niggas still suck



I'm slumped in a truck, with the pump tucked



Come to bend some dough? Never give em love



Your money like old men, can't get it up



I'm spittin up, sick of stuff, middle fingers up



Luck, never give y'all respect



Like no hot card check pounds with the left (What up, my)



If you get offended, I'm talkin to you



Come get it, and there'll be a coffin for you



You done did it, you messin with Luck, you pressin your luck



Got locked in jewels and I ain't givin em up







[Chorus: Redman]



(Come get it) Y'all niggas wanna fuck wit Jers'



(Come get it) Tha Bricks don't fuck wit her



(Come get it) I represent Jers' till I die



Smoke on the la la la, la, la, la



[Lady Luck] (Redman)



(Come get it) Y'all niggas don't want it wit Jers'



(Come get it) Luck don't come wit hers



(Come get It) I represent Jers' till I die



smoke on the la la la, la, la, la







[Verse 2: Redman]



Yo, yo yo, Funk Doc



Smack y'all niggas, jack y'all niggas



Have ya thug as thug come get it back for y'all niggas



Laugh at y'all niggas, throw caps at y'all niggas



Stick NBA for the basketball figgas



Gigolow, live with two hoes, John Ritter



Arm litter (bling!), microphone tormenter



I'm hungry as FUCK and I came to eat



If you came to shoot Doc, can you aim at least?



Bricks, sucker MCs that stay hookin up



You bougie hoes like, That's What I'm Looking For



Do, your moms think I'm a hell of a guy



Pussy, you don't get it like American Pie



I scar deep wounds, bubble teaspoons



Powder is the ?, yeah, bottle is the mind



When I spit, y'all become fiends to me



Crack costs MONEY, but the fee is free







[Chorus]







[Lady Luck](Redman)



(Aiyyo, low



Do you really know what pressure is?)



Nigga I apply it



The one scannin TVs in the Rodney King riot



Guns, all solids; whips, no milage



At the bar, three iced teas, Long Island



I stay stylin', boo stay fair with weed



In the V lane, 3 switchin' up with speed



I'ma be obnoxious until I can't, breathe



And until, then, y'all can't, win



Luck's 12 on a scale from 1 to 10



And blew a spiral hydro and lots of gin



Nigga back up! Damn, I need oxygen



Surrounded by lots of men that'll rock ya chin



And pop ya lids, handle like Iverson



The Mulberry, flows extraordinary



How 'bout the go Chevy a hole in the 4 steady



Been wantin' war let me know when y'alls ready







[Chorus]