Testi:
Casual We Don T Get Down

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

roof, Rolls Royce, everything [we are?] Fine wine, champagne, Don Perignon Sparkly like crazy to the break of dawn Up and down and on and on The party

e con il tempo ho perso Rit 2 volte Yeh ell Get down all All mi vida Running fast man Get my hira We don?t spread love yet No torcida Boom ready to

alone, you won't be satisfied You can't roll away the stone if your hands are tied Got to start someplace, baby, can you explain? Please don't fade

we gorilla pimp Drag them on the floor But we still don't monkey around with the get down Ya'll got to understand we talking about Winchesters Marks

they don't know nothin about off the head) (they don't know nothin about off the head) (y'all niggaz can't rhyme off the head) (always get in circles

slow grind Sending chills up and down my spine Let me get mine, you get yours Come here Don't be shy I won't bite Let me get mine, you get yours

clown) Don't be slippin Don't go head up with Tha Chill Cause Chill can kill I can't stop because the city I'm from I get too fucked up, and kick the

Just doowutchyalike, Lookhowyalike, Now don't you know we're gettin' busy, it can't be corrected, ??? had to be deaf I say whatIlike, Like I said, sometimes we