B.o.B:
We don’t get down like y’all
(na na na na na)
We don’t get down like y’all
(sucka nigga)
We don’t get down like y’all
Verse:
Hey, it’s been a lot of back and forth over this and that/
So I don’t pick the bubble no more, I just get a fact/
Listen pimpin', let me tell you what the business is/
Ya'll and us- I’m a tell you what the difference is/
See, we old school, you just old news/
We used to move blow, and you just blow, dude/
See, we the talk of the town, me and my whole crew/
You run around town, gossip like the hoe do/
See, you name drop when nobody knows you/
We get them lames out our section like we supposed to/
My crew we cop the Bentley, Brooklyn, and the road too/
You give her roses- I’m the one she brings the rose to/
So you say you’re shinin’ well I guess I’m shinin’ more/
So high up I’m soaring thirty and I’m like a dinosaur/
Carnivore, meat eater, g's they respect/
Me to you like comparing a vet to a cadet, nigga/
(haa!!)
Chorus:
We don’t get down like y’all
I ball, I do-
You talk, I’m real
You flaw (pussy nigga)
We don’t get down like y’all (sucka nigga)
We don’t get down like y’all
Verse:
Don’t call it a comeback/
Again ride been from the fed pen/
Pull up on them suckers, pop the trunk, and tell them get in/
Thought I lost a step but guess again/
Back to ballin, getting bread, bringing checks in/
Yeah, like we did on my last case/
I show you how to make a blessin’ out of bad breaks/
Ay, let me set you niggas’ ass straight/
Hoes want they clothes back, listen up, fag bait/
Them hot pants bad for your prostate/
Lime green, hot pink, a drag queen hot date/
In stores asking for the same size the bitches buy/
They say it’s here, but where I’m from we call it sissified
Chorus:
We don’t get down like y’all
I ball, I do-
You talk, I’m real
You flaw (pussy nigga)
We don’t get down like y’all (sucka nigga)
We don’t get down like y’all
Verse:
Ay, before us there was none/
After us, no more there ever be/
This the greatest show on earth you ever see/
Still do it for my niggas in the streets getting to it/
Blowing money like my nigga Big Meech used to do it/
Say we blowing money fast, big old money bag/
Three four hundred carats just to make them suckas mad/
Back in the saddle, the winner of every battle/
Been the best since I was rapping in a rattle- word travel/
As you comment on the rumors or what have you, beware dude/
Prayer can’t prepare you- how dare you/
Disrespect my presence peasant I will tear you/
A new one, I poop on your egos and move on/
Rolls Royce, back seat, no Grey Poupon/
A true don, three piece polishing of suit on/
Peon, see it ain’t no neon in my new one/
Tear the truth on every song i spew on (blaww!!)
Chorus:
We don’t get down like y’all
I ball, I do-
You talk, I’m real
You flaw (pussy nigga)
We don’t get down like y’all (sucka nigga)
We don’t get down like y’all
PUSSY NIGGA
