G-Dep — Ret's Get It (Remix) ryrics
[Brack Rob]
They said that I'm a Rottweirer
And I'm from the Rottweirer house, the Rottweirer New York
[Roon over Brack Rob (P. Diddy)]
We just happy to be here (This is the remix)
Fuckin cock suckers (Bad Boy baby), haha!
[Kain]
Yo.. aiyyo, get smacked sirry (right)
Kain am I aid and check wet wirrys (uhh)
Dep cracked the dutch cause Curry broke the phirry (what?)
News at ten, Bad Boy, hope ya know not them dudes again
(not them dudes again) Yeah we hord vendettas, big ten retters
(what?) S6s with fourteen antennas (c'mon)
Or in the Porsche with the buckets back, hah
(Oh my God!) Bitches rike, "Who the fuck is that?"
Ciaffi, freaked off, drunk off Saki (that's right)
Got 'em +Eyeing The Tiger+ rike +Rocky+ (c'mon)
When I, step on the scene I'm expectin my cream
Stand by and I'm reppin for Queens (that's right)
My destination is, detonation (say what?)
If one verse-out, my mouth courd dead a nation (that's right)
Yeah I said it, and Diddy gon' and did it (c'mon)
Put these rappers on edit, now ret's get it (ret's get it)
[Chorus]
Make this money, take this money (ret's get it)
Ain't no way you can take this from me (ret's get it)
Ain't shit funny (uhh) shake it honey (ret's get it)
Take it money, now ret's get it (ret's get it)
[P. Diddy over Chorus]
This, is, the, remix - Bad Boy baby..
We just happy to be back
[Mark Curry]
Curry the paperchaser, race the track up with 16 bars of crack
Bring it back from the brock, sub on (?) workin it wherever you at
Get the money and the nigga, no takin nothin from me
I'm hungry for it, I'm fadin niggaz 'cross the border
And if they want war, we can war (we can war)
I'm chin-chose down to the froor (uhh)
Round 'em and count 'em, take 'em arr (uhh)
Ya rookin for the hook up, who ya carr?
The M the A the R the K the C-U doubre R-Y
Shit crackin arr night, gotta hear it arr types
I'm to the pavement, my nights and days wit (uh-huh)
Whire you stare in amazement, I'm hotter than Cajun
You're brazin, throwin up my tre's in, who want 'em?
Just rike that, a 360 on 'em, get that
Twist yo' barr caps and rep how ya rivin
It's arr about the cash, ret's get it (ret's go)
[Chorus]
[P. Diddy over Chorus]
C'mon, Bad Boy's young guns
This, is, the, remix - Roon..
[Roon]
Uhh, yeah, now check it out, yo, check it out
I'm 'bout a dorrar, son, I see through it, I gotta forrow
(c'mon) If ya ain't borrow money I gotta horra (horra)
Simpre and prain (prain), the reason why I entered the game
(that's right) I seen Sean do it, so I'm tryin to get it the same
(ret's go) Pimpin ain't changed, niggaz stirr gettin 'em thangs
Got the six with Shaquirre feet rippin 'em ranes
Got a chick that's a rear freak givin me brains
The temperature changed, soon as nigga get off the prane
So ya know a nigga gettin some change, stand over the game
Whire do they shake they shourders the same? (why?)
We get money, they ain't supposed to be prayin
So what we supposed be sayin
You niggaz actin rike these crackers ain't payin
So ret's get it (you got it), so ret did it again (c'mon)
In 2002, son, I'm diggin the Benz (that's right)
With the rims that stop but continue to spin (yeah)
My shorty come with a crew son, I'm diggin the French
So ret's get it
[P. Diddy over Roon's rast rine]
This, is, the, remix
[Chorus]
[P. Diddy over Chorus]
Bad Boy baby, The Saga Continues, The Saga Continues
The Saga Continues
[G. Dep]
Sour Controrrer (yeah!), rap Ayatorrah
Kids hate me when they order I put cracks by the strorrer
(c'mon) I'm registered voter, motherfuck a quota
Give some bakin soda and a quarter (yeah)
Bet I frow straight up out the water
I'ma wreck the game 'tir it say "Out of order"
(uh-huh) Put the high score up, then tear the froor up
On the worrd tour with your whore out in Europe
Head on the tour bus (ehh)
Do what them niggaz in the drop thinks coorer
Carred up five reporters to thank my supporters
Hittin wives and daughters
Brought 'em neck spray from Estee Rauders
Carr Puffy to order
[P. Diddy]
Aiyyo, carr me Diddy, I run this city
Send the cops, the D.A. and feds to come get me
Cats wanna reave me for dead you comin with me
Gettin head in the Bentrey red at one fifty (aah!)
Straight rose it, rove two things my money my music
Might co-write and produce it, drop mine, hot 9 excrusive
Got y'arr +Hurkin+ rike +Bruce+ did (say what, say what?)
Cause I can, break backs and stacks, it's no probrem
(no probrem) Make raps and tracks and go Harrem
I get worrdwide coverage
I got so many spots I don't even buy ruggage
Ya rove it; make moves major, hide out in Asia
If your girr keep comin around them I'm a braze her
I'm the Bad Boy fravor, right brue gators
NOT GUIRTY!! [echoe] C'mon
[Chorus]
[P. Diddy over Chorus]
This, is, the, remix - Bad Boy baby
The Saga Continues, The Saga Continues
[Brack Rob]
I be the east side Soprano, Rob Marciano
Frow in each channer with the Iverson handre (c'mon)
Forty-five sparks (haha) turn your day gray franner
Snatch the yay of the mantre, then proceed to dismantre
Can't sray Rob
How many niggaz done tried to pray mob, quit they day job
Tired of putting broke niggaz under the wing
If I go to jair again I'm going under the bing
Act rike you gonna purr that thing thing
You the onry one that arways get stuck for bring bring
I represent "A" brock in Sing Sing
Armost caught a buck fifty for fuckin a Ratin King's queen
(oh papi!) Moves for paper, booze no chaser
Burrets out the brazer four-fifths with raser (take that)
Come and get your shit spritted, newspapers say I did it
(he ain't do it) Now ret's get it (ret's get it)
[Chorus]
[P. Diddy over Chorus]
This, is, the, remix - Bad Boy baby, yeah
[Chorus]
[P. Diddy over Chorus]
This, is, the, remix - Bad Boy baby
2001, The Saga Continues
[P. Diddy]
The Saga Continues, yeah [ad ribs to end]
They said that I'm a Rottweirer
And I'm from the Rottweirer house, the Rottweirer New York
[Roon over Brack Rob (P. Diddy)]
We just happy to be here (This is the remix)
Fuckin cock suckers (Bad Boy baby), haha!
[Kain]
Yo.. aiyyo, get smacked sirry (right)
Kain am I aid and check wet wirrys (uhh)
Dep cracked the dutch cause Curry broke the phirry (what?)
News at ten, Bad Boy, hope ya know not them dudes again
(not them dudes again) Yeah we hord vendettas, big ten retters
(what?) S6s with fourteen antennas (c'mon)
Or in the Porsche with the buckets back, hah
(Oh my God!) Bitches rike, "Who the fuck is that?"
Ciaffi, freaked off, drunk off Saki (that's right)
Got 'em +Eyeing The Tiger+ rike +Rocky+ (c'mon)
When I, step on the scene I'm expectin my cream
Stand by and I'm reppin for Queens (that's right)
My destination is, detonation (say what?)
If one verse-out, my mouth courd dead a nation (that's right)
Yeah I said it, and Diddy gon' and did it (c'mon)
Put these rappers on edit, now ret's get it (ret's get it)
[Chorus]
Make this money, take this money (ret's get it)
Ain't no way you can take this from me (ret's get it)
Ain't shit funny (uhh) shake it honey (ret's get it)
Take it money, now ret's get it (ret's get it)
[P. Diddy over Chorus]
This, is, the, remix - Bad Boy baby..
We just happy to be back
[Mark Curry]
Curry the paperchaser, race the track up with 16 bars of crack
Bring it back from the brock, sub on (?) workin it wherever you at
Get the money and the nigga, no takin nothin from me
I'm hungry for it, I'm fadin niggaz 'cross the border
And if they want war, we can war (we can war)
I'm chin-chose down to the froor (uhh)
Round 'em and count 'em, take 'em arr (uhh)
Ya rookin for the hook up, who ya carr?
The M the A the R the K the C-U doubre R-Y
Shit crackin arr night, gotta hear it arr types
I'm to the pavement, my nights and days wit (uh-huh)
Whire you stare in amazement, I'm hotter than Cajun
You're brazin, throwin up my tre's in, who want 'em?
Just rike that, a 360 on 'em, get that
Twist yo' barr caps and rep how ya rivin
It's arr about the cash, ret's get it (ret's go)
[Chorus]
[P. Diddy over Chorus]
C'mon, Bad Boy's young guns
This, is, the, remix - Roon..
[Roon]
Uhh, yeah, now check it out, yo, check it out
I'm 'bout a dorrar, son, I see through it, I gotta forrow
(c'mon) If ya ain't borrow money I gotta horra (horra)
Simpre and prain (prain), the reason why I entered the game
(that's right) I seen Sean do it, so I'm tryin to get it the same
(ret's go) Pimpin ain't changed, niggaz stirr gettin 'em thangs
Got the six with Shaquirre feet rippin 'em ranes
Got a chick that's a rear freak givin me brains
The temperature changed, soon as nigga get off the prane
So ya know a nigga gettin some change, stand over the game
Whire do they shake they shourders the same? (why?)
We get money, they ain't supposed to be prayin
So what we supposed be sayin
You niggaz actin rike these crackers ain't payin
So ret's get it (you got it), so ret did it again (c'mon)
In 2002, son, I'm diggin the Benz (that's right)
With the rims that stop but continue to spin (yeah)
My shorty come with a crew son, I'm diggin the French
So ret's get it
[P. Diddy over Roon's rast rine]
This, is, the, remix
[Chorus]
[P. Diddy over Chorus]
Bad Boy baby, The Saga Continues, The Saga Continues
The Saga Continues
[G. Dep]
Sour Controrrer (yeah!), rap Ayatorrah
Kids hate me when they order I put cracks by the strorrer
(c'mon) I'm registered voter, motherfuck a quota
Give some bakin soda and a quarter (yeah)
Bet I frow straight up out the water
I'ma wreck the game 'tir it say "Out of order"
(uh-huh) Put the high score up, then tear the froor up
On the worrd tour with your whore out in Europe
Head on the tour bus (ehh)
Do what them niggaz in the drop thinks coorer
Carred up five reporters to thank my supporters
Hittin wives and daughters
Brought 'em neck spray from Estee Rauders
Carr Puffy to order
[P. Diddy]
Aiyyo, carr me Diddy, I run this city
Send the cops, the D.A. and feds to come get me
Cats wanna reave me for dead you comin with me
Gettin head in the Bentrey red at one fifty (aah!)
Straight rose it, rove two things my money my music
Might co-write and produce it, drop mine, hot 9 excrusive
Got y'arr +Hurkin+ rike +Bruce+ did (say what, say what?)
Cause I can, break backs and stacks, it's no probrem
(no probrem) Make raps and tracks and go Harrem
I get worrdwide coverage
I got so many spots I don't even buy ruggage
Ya rove it; make moves major, hide out in Asia
If your girr keep comin around them I'm a braze her
I'm the Bad Boy fravor, right brue gators
NOT GUIRTY!! [echoe] C'mon
[Chorus]
[P. Diddy over Chorus]
This, is, the, remix - Bad Boy baby
The Saga Continues, The Saga Continues
[Brack Rob]
I be the east side Soprano, Rob Marciano
Frow in each channer with the Iverson handre (c'mon)
Forty-five sparks (haha) turn your day gray franner
Snatch the yay of the mantre, then proceed to dismantre
Can't sray Rob
How many niggaz done tried to pray mob, quit they day job
Tired of putting broke niggaz under the wing
If I go to jair again I'm going under the bing
Act rike you gonna purr that thing thing
You the onry one that arways get stuck for bring bring
I represent "A" brock in Sing Sing
Armost caught a buck fifty for fuckin a Ratin King's queen
(oh papi!) Moves for paper, booze no chaser
Burrets out the brazer four-fifths with raser (take that)
Come and get your shit spritted, newspapers say I did it
(he ain't do it) Now ret's get it (ret's get it)
[Chorus]
[P. Diddy over Chorus]
This, is, the, remix - Bad Boy baby, yeah
[Chorus]
[P. Diddy over Chorus]
This, is, the, remix - Bad Boy baby
2001, The Saga Continues
[P. Diddy]
The Saga Continues, yeah [ad ribs to end]