Get Down - Stretch & Form Remix

[Chorus:]
[Game:]
It's been a long damn time since a nigga sold dope,
But if you put a brick right in front of me, I remember.
Baking soda and a triple beam, I remember,
Loaded fully auto magazine, I remember.
[Future:]
I done fucked so many bitches that I can't remember names,
But if you put that pussy right up in my face, I remember.
Drop that pussy down on the floor, I remember,
The way she comin down on the pole, I remember.

[Verse 1: Game]
Pop the pussy, don't play with it,
I don't care if Kanye hit it,
I don't care if Jay hit it,
Imma eat it up and Imma lay with it.
We shot a chopper at the gun range,
Got stupid cars, got dumb change,
Red bottoms, let the tongue hang,
Got an off-white Porsche, cum stain.
I'm whippin' work, I remember,
Roll up that purp, I remember,
Pour up that syrup, I don't remember
How Tunechi had that purple slushy comin' out that blender.
Got a Keisha, got a Rhonda,
Got a Nisha, got a Tanya,
Got a Tishaun and a Honda,
And I eat her anaconda,
Got condoms in that condo,
Got kush greener than Rondo,
Still hit me up for that blow,
You already know.

[Chorus]

[Verse 2: Young Jeezy]
Drop top ‘Rari shit, I drove it like I stole it,
The Lambo in the shop, told my bitch to Range Rove it.
Microwave broke, so a nigga had to stove it,
Dropped it off to my auntie, told her hold it.
I'm posted right now, posted in this Gucci link,
87 did 30 mil', wonder, what Coogi think?
Quotes, not hassles, I remember,
Yeah, it's the middle of June, and it's snowin' like December.
If you get into the sac in your hood, I could mend ya,
Ya nigga talkin' reckless on your song, I'll revenge ya;
Pull up to the club in a Phantom, I had a vision:
Break ‘em all down, Arm and Hammer, end of vision.

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: Future]
Pop that pussy up in that hydraulics, what's that? Six-four.
Throw that brick inside a pot and cook it, whip it good, tho,
Bakin soda inside of her bowl, hey yo, watch me blow,
Promethazine mixed with a Sprite, pour a four.
Been sippin syrup all night, and I get higher than a plane, Pluto.
Yeah, I remember your pussy, girl, but I don't know your name,
I got diamonds hangin off if they could talk, it'd be insane, turn that up
Ever since I gave her that Molly, man, that girl ain't been the same,
Better pop the pussy for a real nigga,
That's on the way Imma deal witcha.
I'm a real boss, that real sauce,
Don't try me, bitch, I will floss.
That's real talk, my top off, I'm throwed off,
I'm on that green and Clicquot, chronic,
I hustle take no days off,
Future!

[Chorus]

[Outro: Young Jeezy]
That's what I do, that's what I do, nigga,
Yeah, you know this shit a lot what's happenin'.
Real niggas, stand up!
Fake niggas, goes away and die,
Hurry up!