, get off your ass and jam Shit, goddamn, get off your ass and jam Shit, goddamn, get off your ass and jam Shit, goddamn, get off your ass and jam Shit
(God! I'm trippin' on that!) Shit! Goddamn! Get off your ass and jam! (x17)
Translation: George Clinton. Get Off Your Ass And Jam.
Translation: Funkadelic. Get Off Your Ass And Jam.
truth is Them niggas that be havin' you blacken and ready to lose it Pushin' lambos and harley rockin' Roberto Cavalli Now I got a new hobby diamonds and tattoos and
Niggas get strep-throats, throats get strepped Get your shit taken then your shit is kept Uh, shit in a step, if not got your back broke Plus ya jaw
Get your clothes off and the fun on Girls, come on, girls, come on, girls, come on Get your clothes off and the fun on It's time to check cash Jump in my 4, hit the switch and lay the ass
me (Come on and jam with me) Yeah, this is Ice-T and Big Rich signin' off And to all the curious ladies out there (Do you wanna go back to your man
It's kinda like robbin' but it's legally done And now days if it ain't legal I don't fuck around I get my thrill when I ill and a jam is filled With
a silk robe and it's from Siam This jam's for the hoods and thugs Pimps and hoes, the slingers of drugs Hustlers and thieves, cons and crooks Bookers and
Ice muthafuckin' T And I've been listenin' to a lotta DJ's Get on the mike and tryin' to get busy You know what I'm sayin'? But can't no DJ get rap
this jam to save my hip-hop brothers Get your paperwork straight, kid Get a lawyer and accountant just like I did Don't blow your dough, 'cause you will
Ice, you my brother and I love you and all But what's up with that six G's you owe me, man 'Member when your boys took that fall? And I posted the bail
lyrics All they wanna hear is a beat and that's it Long as they can go to the club and get blitz Pick up some chicks and get some digits And the DJ's
shot, get it dicks nuts Your just small boats little pricks Girl you think that other pricks hot I'll drink gasoline and eat a lit match 'Fore I sit back and let 'em get
your rent or your mortgage or the cocaine shortage or how many times you been distorted and I aint got a dime for the limo, for your prom, betta get it from your
sling that wood, I just nunchuk 'em And who you wit'? And what's yo name? And you not hear, boo? I'm Wale And that D.C. shit I rep all day And my eyes
and B And I got to leave On the 23's And I do it When my earth and the wind smoke a fire Let me get your sheets wet listening to Keith Sweat Put you
