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Gettin’ It (Letra)

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

2> From 2 Fast 2 Furious Soundtrack

Unh.. Unh, Unh.. Chingy, gettin’ it, Yeah.. Unh, Unh….
Hope you know how to get it
Cuz right herre, we gon’ get it, its like this…

[Hook]
We gettin’ it
We gettin’ it, we gettin’ it
(I’m gettin’ it!) We gettin’ it
All my hustlers are…
Gettin’ it, we gettin’ it, you gettin’ it?
(I’m gettin’ it!) We gettin’ it
Just so you could start!
Gettin’ it, we gettin’ it, you gettin’ it?
(I’m gettin’ it) We gettin’ it
All my ladies are…
Gettin’ it, we gettin’ it, you gettin’ it?
(I’m gettin’ it!) We gettin’ it
Just so you could start!
Gettin’ it [After every line in verse]

[Verse One: Chingy]
I’m on top of my game
Droppin’ the flame
My name, got me dodgin’ the fame
Watchin’ the dames, surround us, when we poppin’ champagne
Coppin’ the range, plus thems got it dropped on them thangs
Flossin’s a shame, i’m countin’ thousands, doin’ some poutin’
Then I’m throwin I-owa, back-stage, girls are shoutin’
Haters hate, but it alright, if its a race then we won
Took some yearrs, to get herre, now Mama, look atcha’ son
Blastin’ em witout a gun, just a mic and some beat
No mo’ eatin’ where its cheap, ad-just-in’ to fine meat
Women lookin’ like, ” that’s him”, like they seen the pope
Wallet full of crispy bills, now I’m never goin’ broke
Cuz I’m…

[Hook]
Gettin’ it
We gettin’ it, we gettin’ it
(I’m gettin’ it!) We gettin’ it
All my hustlers are…
Gettin’ it, we gettin’ it, you gettin’ it?
(I’m gettin’ it!) We gettin’ it
Just so you could start!
Gettin’ it, we gettin’ it, you gettin’ it?
(I’m gettin’ it) We gettin’ it
All my ladies are…
Gettin’ it, we gettin’ it, you gettin’ it?
(I’m gettin’ it!) We gettin’ it
Just so you could start!
Gettin’ it [After every line in verse]

[Verse 2: Chingy](girl)
Breakin’ niggaz wit the flow
Movin’ faster than +Flo-Jo+
Floatin’ through the 3 by 4
Rim cocked to my left low
I’m the boy that got dough
Talk to my dirty mo
Ooh, I’m gettin’ it wit the thump behind the track, Sammy So
Went from in my momma house, to boy out in the condo
I got them dudes mad, I make ‘em mad enough to go Pern-yo
Painted bracelet, can’t you taste it
More powerful than the +Matrix+
Cats they get dropped from they label
I’m herre now, now they in basics
Want you face it, if you didn’t, if they focused, then its crazy
Bout to have this industry doin’ for me, like its slavery
To my ladies get it daily(hey Chingy)shit, I’ll see you ladies
Still dippin’, they gotta say, but you still gotta pay me
My daddy had her for what, canary yellow on some other[Tires screeching]
Now I got a bentley, livin’ a legacy, the same brother
We some docka, he won’t stop us, better learn, listen, and watch us
Don’t worry ‘bout a thang, Smooth, C ooh, see I gotcha(unh)

[Hook]
We gettin’ it
We gettin’ it, we gettin’ it
(I’m gettin’ it!) We gettin’ it
All my hustlers are…
Gettin’ it, we gettin’ it, you gettin’ it?
(I’m gettin’ it!) We gettin’ it
Just so you could start!
Gettin’ it, we gettin’ it, you gettin’ it?
(I’m gettin’ it) We gettin’ it
All my ladies are…
Gettin’ it, we gettin’ it, you gettin’ it?
(I’m gettin’ it!) We gettin’ it
Just so you could start!
Gettin’ it [After every line in verse]

[Verse 3: Chingy]
We gettin’ in, the Lou
Twenty-twos, on old school
They gettin’ it in Miami, kickin’ it wit no rules
They gettin’ it in Chicago, playas holdin’ it down
They gettin’ it in New Orleans, bouncin’ to my sound
They gettin’ it in New York, keep it gutta, they love it
They gettin’ it in Boston, cats get wild in the public, shit
They gettin’ it in Detroit, thuggin’, ballin’ and spendin’ (Whoaa!)
They gettin’ it in Milwaukee, buck-wild corners they bangin’
They gettin’ it in Caley High, rollin’ and bangin’
They gettin’ it in Atlanta, ‘thorities watchin’ me drankin’
They gettin’ it in Las Vegas, them team heard of slots
They gettin’ it in Virginia, cats mobbin’ up they flop(unh)

[Hook]
We gettin’ it
We gettin’ it, we gettin’ it
(I’m gettin’ it!) We gettin’ it
All my hustlers are…
Gettin’ it, we gettin’ it, you gettin’ it?
(I’m gettin’ it!) We gettin’ it
Just so you could start!
Gettin’ it, we gettin’ it, you gettin’ it?
(I’m gettin’ it) We gettin’ it
All my ladies are…
Gettin’ it, we gettin’ it, you gettin’ it?
(I’m gettin’ it!) We gettin’ it
Just so you could start!
Gettin’ it

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Gettin’ It (Letra)

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

That’s right, album number ten, short dawg’s in the house
It’s gettin close to the end y’all
But we gonna kick it like this on the last album

Verse one: too $hort

Now let me holler at ya partner, spit this game
In you ear for a minute, quit complaining
Bout how you can’t spend it cause you ain’t got it
You got what it takes but not enough to get started
I hope you get the message, no it’s not a test it’s
Just me ridin legit, they can’t arrest me or bust me
I’m still hungry, i want some more stuff
Get fat and watch my whole crew blow up
So get yours, and buy my new album
Peep the game and don’t be like calvin
Get everything you want, get real, get you mail
Get your girl to make bail and get your ass out of jail
You should be gettin it, everything you want
Everything you dreamed of, never have to front
You shoulf be gettin it, gettin money
I’m talking bout you black, don’t laugh it aint funny
You should get a good lawyer, like johnny cochran
Swear to tell the truth, hell no i didn’t pop him
Get your kids in school, so they can get an education
Get a degree, and take a vacation
You see i got all my game from the streets of california
Young millionaire with no high school diploma
Livin real good, taking care of my folks
Roll up a fat one for the players to smoke
Short dawg in the house, i know you aint trippin
Cause life is too $hort you gotta get in where you fit in
Stop looking for what you never seem to find
It ain’t what you think you got to read between the lines
Cause life ain’t long, for a young black man
Tryin to make money doing all he can
Sellin dope don’t ya hope he would go to classb
But the boy makes money and he makes it fast
With the twenties on top and the fifties on the bottom
I fuck the top notches oh yes we got em
It’s been a long time since i first got down
But i still keep makin these funky sounds
Get your money man
Get yours

Chorus: p-funk

You should be gettin it
Get it while the gettin is good, get it while you can
You should be gettin it
Get it while the gettin is good (repeat as necessary)

Verse two: too $hort

I know you tired of being broke just hanging out
You gotta lot a dreams but you can’t get out
The first thing you need to do is set your self some goals
Think positive, everything else is old
And work hard, never stop hustlin
Cause they just love to see the black man strugglin
(so what are you saying todd?)
It’s time to come up, put your dollar bills in the air
He said meet me at the white house and i was there
Cause i’m one in a million, black man rising
They wanna keep me down but i always surprise em
Spend my money in the hood, i know it’s all good
And you should do the same i told you peep the game
Too $hort, you know i’m the man
I lend my brother a hand cause i know i can
I keep going and goin but i’m not the pink bunny
I’m not beatin on a drum i never stop thinkin money
I’m gettin all i can if you don’t ya slip
I can’t wait to get to heaven just to have a grip
When i was broke, i couldn’t afford a meal
But now i’m now rich i can’t be fake i gots to keep it real
It’s been a long time baby since i first got down
But it still keep making these funky sounds

Chorus

(i earned my respect in the street
The ghetto’s been good to me
I’m never going to turn my back
The true and living so i got to kick the facts)

Gettin’ It (Letra)

Chingy

Chingy

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

[mase]
How ‘my complain, na?
When i’m as pretty as my father?
And he got 60 hoes (60 hoes?)
That know each other (yeah)

Yo, i’m the problem nigga’s got, but scared to step to it
If a nigga really want it with me? let’s do it
See cats in the club, it’s just music
Thieves and killers’ll tell ya, i just proved it
I set the tone, ya nigga’s adjust to it
Spit bars, nigga’s do sets and rep’s to it
I’m the type that get 30 years and rep through it
Want it wit’ us? come put your best to it
Come clean now, i’ll send these tests to it
I should get a nike contract the way i "just do it"
You know i hide b’s on it
Come on b.s. and leave on it
Get 50 grand and breathe on it
Red dot, squeeze on it, drop keys on it
Might hit a chicken and then put cease on it
Cats get greed in war with the heat of they jaw
Somebody move wrong, i put they teeth on the floor
If they don’t show you where the coke at, beat ‘em some more
Make ‘em see how it feel to have to eat through a straw
While i’m sittin’ in the car, chick goin’ to get my jar
So i greet them like the chicken they are
Said shorty, if you ever follow me and spit a clip in my car
Tell ya now, that’s like lynchin’ the law
Ain’t no gettin’ up if i hit you
So all them cowards wanna ride with you
They either die with you, or lie cripple
Mess with me, now why would you?
Nigga’s die dealin’ with dough that’s quadruple
Double up

1 – [mase & flex]
Where all my down super star’s at? (gettin’ it)
Where the cats at the barn at? (gettin’ it)
Where the 90 girls that? (gettin’ it)
Where the girls around the world at? (gettin’ it)

Real hair, real furs (gettin’ it)
Got a house that’s hers (gettin’ it)
For my niggas outta town at (gettin’ it)
Can’t forget my niggas locked down at
(gettin’ it, uh huh)

[mase]
Yo, it’s like some be real, sold me three and squeal
Some hold they head, some see appeal
Some come home wild in the week to kill
Then show old cats young cats be real
Deep throat be how i greet my chick
Any hoe suck a dick, got at least a six
Any man call me fam’, got at least a brick
Shut the whole morgue down just for easter kicks
When i’m down and out and i need the chips
Vietnam will be how i leave your script
And it take dough just to reach the rich
So can’t no senator impeach my ssshhhhhh
And don’t rush to be somethin’ that you’re not
Reworn up lies, keep guns cocked
And any cat mess with us get one shot
To do what he gotta do and get somethin’ hot
Blaque, back up, what what
Blaque, back up, all out
(where you at? where you at?)

Repeat 1

[mase]
Yo, please don’t make murda live out the name
I’m only here to get enough, then i’m out the game
A nigga didn’t want drama, why he came?
It’s like tryin’ to win, know you cross the grain
Messin’ with my niggas, ya’ll will both get the same
Cut ‘cross the face, now you both look the same
Still wanted for the bricks, took up in maine
Run up for ya chain, fifth cop aim
Please don’t be stupid, come out the chain
Don’t be a hero, this clip will bang
A nigga like mase probably got everything
X-30 g’s, then why buy a plane?
No skinny benz’s, wide-bodied things
Four dot, six dot, chick dot range
Uh, all out (c’mon)
Bad boy, double up
(where you at? where you at? where you at?)
It’s not a game

Repeat 1
Repeat 1

Come on, come on