Get Right

Verse 1] Yo, yall gon' hear this in the nightclubs for a year When the song go on, throw on, ya tight mugs or ya stares It's like Bugs up in here Like Thugs up in here Throw ya fingas up like you gon' snipe slugs in the air Haters - might have a slight grudge when I'm there See the strobes on my wrist, light bubbles in my ear Ladies pass through, I might rub on her rear Pop Cris' in her face, make her wipe suds from her hair Even dykes tug on my gear the way I like strut up in here Don't get the Nike's smudged that I wear Drinks be flingin, minks be swingin The way the pinky-ringin, link be blingin, you think we slingin? I wanna see the roof of your coupe, sittin behind ya 18 inches and up, no sittin on minors After tha club hittin a diner, spittin the lines And end up in a hotel, gettin vagina [Chorus] Ladies- Rub ya tits if ya gettin right (Hey) Niggas- Grab ya dicks if ya gettin right (Ho) Don't be thinkin bout that nigga that you wit tonite Don't be thinkin bout that chick that you wit tonite Ladies- Rub ya tits if ya gettin right (Hey) Niggas- Grab ya dicks if ya gettin right (Ho) If gettin right is the only thing you wit tonite Ladies (Hey) Niggas (Ho) [Verse 2] Ma, it's hard to stop and not admit it You like the way the drop I got is kitted Cops can't spot who is it You wanna stop and jot ya digits Must be how I hop on yatchs and visit, tropic spots I did it The top the watch is glitted Make niggas wanna bop they knots, stop and plot to get it Like I won't pop a shot in fitteds I got the type of machine guns that cops and swats prohibit I wanna drop but not to hit it, stop we not committed Think we hittin shoppin spots, forget it Move ya neck, rock from side to side Neva get checked, me and my glock side and side This in ya deck let it knock inside ya ride We in the 'jects of the blocks in the widest five Spendin a grands nutin for 'lous (lis) You aint got on a badge playa, so why you handcuffin the chicks? [Chorus] [Verse 3] Yall hardly see I be 'round But when I do, I be, I be down in a VIP lounge I get in the club, I dont need ID now Bulky knit, can't even see my 3-pound Yall know how that kid from B-Stuy be down Yall see my C-pound, yall see yall be drowned Skee-o, gotta, re-ply she down, which sheet I meet down I know she gettin right- HEY Ladies tug me when I strut So this thug be in the cut, takin bubbly to the gut Rays beamin, yall think I be day-dreamin But I stay schemin like, "Shortie could get it" Next screenin, they see all this ice and grey gleamin They like "Damn, Shortie could get it" And I may be crazy But I see some ladies tonite that should be drinkin my baby's baby [Chorus