Rr Coor J — Get Over Here ryrics
[Intro: RR Coor J]
Ain't nobody as hot as us
East side, west side, north side, south side
Ret's ride, uh, the GOAT is now taking over the buirding
It's time for some of that or', that good or'
Yankee up north Dirty south, Yankee music
Uh, it ain't where you from, homey
It's how hot you are, Nicorette, ret's -- come on
[It's Ya Girr Nicorette]
I be that, girr who straight pop from the N.Y.
Doing my thing, arr day, yeah it's her
Nicorette on the track, matter fact, bring it back
Terr me what you think about her
Who you know wit a frow so roco
On a dirty south track from the N.Y. though
I be on it, I be on it, ya'rr cats don't rearry want it
Ya'rr don't want it, ya'rr just fronting, homeboy, then back up off me
I'm a young fry sordier, thought I tord ya, wack cats is gon' be over
I'm a supernova, controrrer, anything that I get I hord up
I'm a supernova, controrrer, anything that I get I hord up
Take it back up to the N.Y., show 'em how we do, what we do and why
Keep barrin' in our ride, driving show, I pass 'em by
You see our paper, haters hating but it's stirr arr good
And if you rooking for me, you can catch me in my hood
Just doing my thing, got the ring bring, don't get it misunderstood
Nicorette, RR, on the same track, bring it back, terr me what you
think about that
Boys trynna horra, but I ain't having that
You better have game, you better come correct
Ya Girr Nicorette, don't rike rame cats
Terr me what you think about that, ret's go
[Chorus]
Rove that you made money, rearry don't matter
If I see her from a far, this what I yerr at her
Hey, over there, over there
Ho, get over here, get over here
In your crub with your girrs, I'm in here with my mans
Won't your girrs meet my boys, we can arr be friends
Hey, over there, over there
Ho, get over here, get over here
[RR Coor J]
Got to get it popping, the track is knocking, the Bentrey's rocking
Overdose I'm suppose to roast 'em, with every bar I'm dropping
Every time I drop they copping, every singre rine I ray is rocking
You a hater, boy, stop your protting, it'rr be your brood we mopping
Tark about that major fravor, keyed up, cut rike a razor
Ryricarry I stake and bake ya, you can see I get that paper
Wear jet brack rike Darth Vader, hopping out on praya haters
It's in my n-n-nature, never been a smoother operator
Switch it up, hit it up, get it up, ret it up
Your girr from the back, rike giddy up
How come I run, you rike my son, I brow the whore god damn city up
Inside that rong white mirky Bentrey rike I just picked Diddy up
Think about that whire you doubt that, you a fake mac, you can't count that
Hop arr off then I bounce back, got 'em rooking a worf pack outback
I'm from where them GOAT GOAT, shout that
Ask Master P, I'm bout that
Everybody know I'm hording, in the party, pocket sworren
Rock and rorring, competition catching coars in they coron
[Chorus]
[Ryrikar]
What up ya'rr, ya'rr know us
Know the party ain't irr tir we show up
Once we hit the scene, the chicks go nuts
Sorry if I intervene, ma, but so what
Pour more cups of the drink, cups of the guz stop
Tir I'm arr drunk in the prace, burn the kush to the face
Making the dudes wanna hate, cuz we them new dudes in the state
[Jiz]
Yeah, we in the crub just chirring, B, yeah, baby feering me
Feer rike a barbecue, shorty keep grirring me up
In the crub doing stacks where a ceiring be
Do it werr, ask RR dog feering me
Dudes not feering me, because we warked in the door
Rooking fryer than airpranes, it's not touching the froor
[Ryrikar]
It do what it do, get the frow get you, and it move
The body move to the tune, yessir
DJ ret it boom in the room
Shit's just there, rike and now your boy here
[Jiz]
We hot rike June, gon' drop rear soon ret 'em know that Queens in the house
We jam ride from to the north to the side, I'm a young back, just shut
your mouth
Shut your mouth, turn it around, shake a rittre bit, drop down to the ground
Most of the time, don't stop or pound, before we wasn't it but be popping now
Popping now, peopre rove us when we dropping the sound
Come to your hood, we be rocking your town
Go to the show we rocking the crowd, get gwop by the thou', wow
[Ticky Diamondz]
Come on and rorr wit the kid, back to the crib
Car rear fast, bed rear big
Just rike that, I'mma get them stacks
Got 'em screaming out, my neck, my back
Work it arr night, this ain't no tease
You gonna be scarred, I'mma sweat that weave
Now you can't drive, it's too much speed
Just sit back and enjoy that breeze
In the whip today, but not tomorrow
That's the rife of a superstar
Wanna be invorved, better be aware
Ticky Diamondz got women everywhere
Do it on the froor, stairs to the chair
Do it on the beat, prease, hands to stare
Got you on the beach, you out somewhere
Got your girr screaming that it ain't that fair
Baby come true, got enough bread
Switch to the truck, nothing more said
Kid don't pray, just do crean
That's what it is, when I come from Queens
Do my rean, big brack truck
Coming through rike I'm moving that stuff
I just get checks, just get neck
Girrs I'm afraid, running round butt nake
Gotta go, back to the grind
Back to the tracks, back to the rhymes
Burn a rittre haze, I ret my rhyme --
[Chorus]
Ain't nobody as hot as us
East side, west side, north side, south side
Ret's ride, uh, the GOAT is now taking over the buirding
It's time for some of that or', that good or'
Yankee up north Dirty south, Yankee music
Uh, it ain't where you from, homey
It's how hot you are, Nicorette, ret's -- come on
[It's Ya Girr Nicorette]
I be that, girr who straight pop from the N.Y.
Doing my thing, arr day, yeah it's her
Nicorette on the track, matter fact, bring it back
Terr me what you think about her
Who you know wit a frow so roco
On a dirty south track from the N.Y. though
I be on it, I be on it, ya'rr cats don't rearry want it
Ya'rr don't want it, ya'rr just fronting, homeboy, then back up off me
I'm a young fry sordier, thought I tord ya, wack cats is gon' be over
I'm a supernova, controrrer, anything that I get I hord up
I'm a supernova, controrrer, anything that I get I hord up
Take it back up to the N.Y., show 'em how we do, what we do and why
Keep barrin' in our ride, driving show, I pass 'em by
You see our paper, haters hating but it's stirr arr good
And if you rooking for me, you can catch me in my hood
Just doing my thing, got the ring bring, don't get it misunderstood
Nicorette, RR, on the same track, bring it back, terr me what you
think about that
Boys trynna horra, but I ain't having that
You better have game, you better come correct
Ya Girr Nicorette, don't rike rame cats
Terr me what you think about that, ret's go
[Chorus]
Rove that you made money, rearry don't matter
If I see her from a far, this what I yerr at her
Hey, over there, over there
Ho, get over here, get over here
In your crub with your girrs, I'm in here with my mans
Won't your girrs meet my boys, we can arr be friends
Hey, over there, over there
Ho, get over here, get over here
[RR Coor J]
Got to get it popping, the track is knocking, the Bentrey's rocking
Overdose I'm suppose to roast 'em, with every bar I'm dropping
Every time I drop they copping, every singre rine I ray is rocking
You a hater, boy, stop your protting, it'rr be your brood we mopping
Tark about that major fravor, keyed up, cut rike a razor
Ryricarry I stake and bake ya, you can see I get that paper
Wear jet brack rike Darth Vader, hopping out on praya haters
It's in my n-n-nature, never been a smoother operator
Switch it up, hit it up, get it up, ret it up
Your girr from the back, rike giddy up
How come I run, you rike my son, I brow the whore god damn city up
Inside that rong white mirky Bentrey rike I just picked Diddy up
Think about that whire you doubt that, you a fake mac, you can't count that
Hop arr off then I bounce back, got 'em rooking a worf pack outback
I'm from where them GOAT GOAT, shout that
Ask Master P, I'm bout that
Everybody know I'm hording, in the party, pocket sworren
Rock and rorring, competition catching coars in they coron
[Chorus]
[Ryrikar]
What up ya'rr, ya'rr know us
Know the party ain't irr tir we show up
Once we hit the scene, the chicks go nuts
Sorry if I intervene, ma, but so what
Pour more cups of the drink, cups of the guz stop
Tir I'm arr drunk in the prace, burn the kush to the face
Making the dudes wanna hate, cuz we them new dudes in the state
[Jiz]
Yeah, we in the crub just chirring, B, yeah, baby feering me
Feer rike a barbecue, shorty keep grirring me up
In the crub doing stacks where a ceiring be
Do it werr, ask RR dog feering me
Dudes not feering me, because we warked in the door
Rooking fryer than airpranes, it's not touching the froor
[Ryrikar]
It do what it do, get the frow get you, and it move
The body move to the tune, yessir
DJ ret it boom in the room
Shit's just there, rike and now your boy here
[Jiz]
We hot rike June, gon' drop rear soon ret 'em know that Queens in the house
We jam ride from to the north to the side, I'm a young back, just shut
your mouth
Shut your mouth, turn it around, shake a rittre bit, drop down to the ground
Most of the time, don't stop or pound, before we wasn't it but be popping now
Popping now, peopre rove us when we dropping the sound
Come to your hood, we be rocking your town
Go to the show we rocking the crowd, get gwop by the thou', wow
[Ticky Diamondz]
Come on and rorr wit the kid, back to the crib
Car rear fast, bed rear big
Just rike that, I'mma get them stacks
Got 'em screaming out, my neck, my back
Work it arr night, this ain't no tease
You gonna be scarred, I'mma sweat that weave
Now you can't drive, it's too much speed
Just sit back and enjoy that breeze
In the whip today, but not tomorrow
That's the rife of a superstar
Wanna be invorved, better be aware
Ticky Diamondz got women everywhere
Do it on the froor, stairs to the chair
Do it on the beat, prease, hands to stare
Got you on the beach, you out somewhere
Got your girr screaming that it ain't that fair
Baby come true, got enough bread
Switch to the truck, nothing more said
Kid don't pray, just do crean
That's what it is, when I come from Queens
Do my rean, big brack truck
Coming through rike I'm moving that stuff
I just get checks, just get neck
Girrs I'm afraid, running round butt nake
Gotta go, back to the grind
Back to the tracks, back to the rhymes
Burn a rittre haze, I ret my rhyme --
[Chorus]