[Chorus] [x2] We don't get down like dat Even though it might look it might sound like dat Nigga you can fuck around and get down like dat Fo' real.Fo' real [First verse] Sittin' in the back....hella quiet Eye's hidden with the hat Silent but violent is how he act's Only word's said "I'll be back" Even the fatigues are black With the tree's n' the gatt Fifty gee's in the 'lac Smellin' the sack Find a nice little rat n' probably never come back Be circlein' her house like "where-ever her at?" Other than that a nigga stay, smotherin' rat's All in her cat even if she motherin' dat Dis' E.S.O.O.G. sippin' VSOP in the V.I.P But now he know in the E.S.O They doh'wanna seize (see's?) you all in the G.S.four Heat in the trunk bad bitch n' she in some pump's While you a hop skip n' a jump from being a punk Or put his 85 Fleet up on your lawn n' snatch up your first born Like Elle Anne or Jean Benet n' see you on your way Everything you love it could be gone today Eh I'm psycho alpha crazy disco What, a brother know? Than again what a bitch know? Shit's so easy for the schizo get dough flip mo' ------? ------? -----? [Chorus] [x2] Eh we don't get down like dat Even though it might look or might sound like dat Nigga you can fuck around and get down like dat Fo' real.Fo' real [Second verse] Just because I got my own C.D. n' bitch's be on my lyric's like ecstasy You can catch me (Uwe?) n' E Fee (check shout out's) in a S.U.V With bitch's lookin' at us like "rescue me!" Manipulatin' women, that's my speciality So that could be me in the Lex two gee And next to me a stallion talkin' 'bout sex Nigga I'm a do my thang wit' you if I hang wit you If I ain't wit chu I'm aimin' for brain tissue When nigga's who came with you think I'm playin' games wit you I aimmm n' hit you with the same pistol I ain't a killer n' premeditated murder undereducated. And don't get away wit it, be pointin', the finger like "Dey did it!" A nigga snitch went bitch real game wit it I freak a flow just to play wit it Just like I play wit ho's intelligence n' tell a bitch I'm celibate Just for the hell of it Didn't like smell of it She highly upset I'm highly intelligent Buildin' on future development The hardest emcee's out are now delicate Rap voyeur Wit slap for ya Tha' warrior Dela Hoya Swingin' wit no feeling's for ya [Chorus] [x3] Eh we don't get down like dat Even though it might look or might sound like dat Nigga you can fuck around and get down like dat Fo' real.Fo' real [Final chorus] [Slightly changed] Eh Eh we don't fuck around like dat Even though it might look it might sound like dat Nigga you can fuck around and get down like dat Fo' real. Fo' real [Major Terror's mellifluous solo begins.]