Lyrics: P-Stones. Get Like Me.

(feat. K-rab)

[Chorus:]
Get like me.
Who you know stay G'd like me.
Who you know smoke weed like me.
Who you know is fly as me.
Get like me.
Who you know got chicks like me.
Who you know dat spit like me.
You ain't shit like me.
Get like me.
Who you know stay G'd like me.
Who you know smoke weed like me.
Who you know is fly as me.
Get like me.
Who you know got chicks like me.
Who you know dat spit like me.
You ain't shit like me.

[Verse 1:]
Red monkey jeans and dog I'm jigga fly.
Disrespect the team and we gone let the trigga fly.
Bust the suite down. We bout to get high.
I dropped 5 at the do'. Just to let my click by.
Blow a stack mo'. This for tha dro in the sky.
Spend plenty on the Remy. Because my throat be dry.
So I be tipsy when I lean side to side.
But the brauds be lovin it and thats no lie.
I'm clean in my truck. 26 inch tires.
Wood grain in my dash. I'm beatin' my al pine.
My dog said slow down. Stay in between the lines.
I'm tryna do it do it do it and drive at the same time.

[Chorus]

[Verse 2:]
If I ain't stackin dough dough so I must be wrong.
Cop some polo. And get my Kanye on.
I'm all in the party bout 5 brauds strong.
I introduce em' to cush. turn em' on to patron.
An hour for me. Me and my lady friends gone.
My partner say the Benz make em' hop out the thong.
Without the money. You can't go wrong.
I'm in the coop da ville. The brains full blown.
So get like me.
What other young nigga who can spit like me?
They ain't shit like me.
Don't even crip like me. Make a hit like me.
Walk in a party. Snatch a bitch like me.

[Chorus]

[Verse 3:]
4 fish for the jeans.
2 fish for the shades.
1 fish for the shirt.
3 fish for the 8's
I'm the flyest nigga around. Gives a head what you say.
You can hate all day. I'm a still be paid.
Benz minutemaid. Look like lemonade.
Capesh. I don't drive.
I ride backseat. Recline pick up my feet.
Chillin' with the freak.
With one hand on the ass. And one hand on my heat.

[Chours out]