[Verse 1: Fabolous]
Ay yo, it's get down or lay down
My %#@! sound like trey pound

Stand up if they G's, sit down if they clowns
Get a (*##$? I got a (*##$
She get round, she stay round

Girl just wanna have fun, your (*##$ found a playground
I swing by, slide through, see-saw the before
^!$$%s won't believe this, record the freak raw

On the road to riches, these broads get detoured
They just firecrackers, we more like C4's
Think we talking blowing up, pop a cork and pour it up

Life in the fast lane - you think talk'll slow us up?
Nuh-uh, never that, not in this lifetime
Thought the game was dead, it just got new lifeline

I revived that real %#@!, y'all deprived from real %#@!
Small hood to all good, we strive like Will Smith
Fresh Prince of Bel-Air; flow sick, need health care

They ain't got nothing for the kid, I'm gonna need welfare
Hell yeah, she down, down like she upset
I took her down two months ago, (*##$ ain't came up yet

Money over (*##$es, dirt on top of (*##$ ^!$$%s
Put you in your place - it happened to be a ditch, ^!$$%


[Hook: Fabolous]
Get down now
If you gon do it, baby, then do it now

Cause later on I might not be on the %#@! that I'm on
Your chance'll be gone


So get down now
Get down now
Get down now

Get down now

[Verse 2: Lloyd Banks]

Stack the heavy break away, sleep on the small bills
Evil growing every day, keep on your toe heels
Brung her Ecstasy, now she geeked off of four pills

Snuck her from the blind side, screeched off on four wheels
I'm so I'll, too slick
With boys I get horse

She ain't really trying to pop the clique off, the chick tossed
I think I $#&@ed the world, six toys and lip gloss
She yelling for the Lord, I threw on my big cross

I get mine, get yours - I'm score-bound on fourth down
Don't make us bring them bulldogs round, Georgetown
Vixens in great jeans, unzipped those since eighteen

You won't use me, use that strip pole to make clean
I get high, space lean, enough clothes for ten troops
Same time, I spend loot on BM's and Benz coupes

Porsches and Lambos and 'raris for candles
Front if you want, my four-five in my camo
Blam-o! Don't touch 'less you wanna get burned up

Your good girl's a renegade, I got her all the way turnt up
Bag dimes like ten a day, episodes in my first truck
We ain't gotta go home, we can go right there in the cut and...


[Hook]