Come On Get Down Wit It (BKNY Tech House Inst) - B.K.N.Y.

Come on everybody, come in here and swing Everybody come on everybody, come in here and swing Move to a rhythm that's smooth, made to groove Work that body baby it's a party Shake it, funky ain't it? Yeah, the long awaited return of fluent movement-enhanced music Ain't nothin' but to do it Manoeuvre to a sound that's makin' you wanna dance to it Nod ya head, clap ya hands and shake that ass to it Hit the floor, it's yours, assuming that's what ya came here for Why play the wall'n'all The flavour's so raw get in sync with the sound Come on and get down Bounce to a piece that got the spot hoppin' Bottom to top, top to bottom Form, a bit of a break from the norm Converge with a melodic surge and get ya groove on Amplify the vibe supplied on your hi-fi Level the bass to coincide with the highs then rise Partake in a rhythm created to elevate you to a point only we can take you Notes arranged, grooves interchange Engage with flav givin' ya what ya crave Praise the MC that's lacin' ya party Maintain, do ya dance and don't hurt nobody As I see bodies bouncing constantly Ears consume the bom diggy 'til ya city bound Get in sync with the sound Come on and get down Get loose, feel the groove cruise, on a bassline ooze Sweat drips as the hips of ladies gyrate and the fellas go crazy What more could ya ask for in a joint that's packin' the floor Plus a rapper type raw Define the aspect of rhyme orated Think how long ya waited to get blessed with innovative style Providing your motivation The duration of a jam that sounds so amazing Cave in get in sync with the sound Come on and get down

Get down on it, get down on it Get down on it, get down on it Come on and Get down on it, get down on it Get down on it, get down on it Get down on it Get down on it (Get your back up off the wall) How you gonna do it if you really don't wanna dance By standing on the wall? (Get your back up off the wall) Tell me How you gonna do it if you really won't take a chance By standing on the wall? (Get your back up off the wall) 'Cause I heard all the people sayin' Get down on it, get down on it Get down on it, get down on it Come on and Get down on it, get down on it Get down on it, do you wanna get down, Get down on it, tell me Get down on it, come on and Get down on it, if you really want it Get down on it, you gotta feel it Get down on it, get down on it Get down on it, come on and Get down on it, baby, baby Get down on it, get on it Get down on it I say people, what you gonna do? You gotta get on the groove If you want your body to move, Get down on it (Get your back up off the wall) (Get your back up off the wall)

Disaster, systems break when I quake Make no mistake, the crowd stays awake when i'm Shakin' and bakin' and I'm takin' all mc's Smilin' on the mic 'cause I'm gonna make big gees Pow! holy cow! it's like a bang or a boom Mc's see me comin' and they're clearin' the room Ouuta my path 'cause they're scared of the result Don't wanna battle 'cause to me that's an insult Man, I wouldn't even lower myself I got your record and put it on the shelf I didn't play it, I used it as a frisbee Your girl saw me doin' it and she kissed me A good sport 'cause the ball's in my court And in the long run I'm takin' no shorts Slayin' competition till the parties done You want a non stop jam Here's the right one Chorus Gotta get it going' on Get wit' it Bust that beat Yes, I'm blessed and I must confess Put me to the test and you'll say I'm the best I don't joke, I don't even jest Every line in my rhyme makes me better than the rest I'll live high on the hog, on the fat of the land Goddamn, I'll be so hot I'll have to walk with a fan On the brink of success, champagne & caviar In limo's, just like a superstar Business. leave your number at my office. Not for sale, but the fans all bought this Money pourin' in. just like a faucet left on Cause my rhymes are that strong-last long Just like the coppertop battery You think I'm dope, come on, don't flatter me 'Cause I been hearin' that stuff for years Respect from my peers and I'm changin' the gears Of that hip-hop engine, not to mention Retire at 21 and get a pension Gonna bust it out and your welcome to come You wanna non stop jam here's the right one Chorus Here's another rhyme to break the ice You couldn't purschase my talent at any price Don't chase a roni cause I know that I can get 'em I'm not the type so I don't even sweat 'em I'll love a girl and then dis the same one Cause you know that there's more Where that came from Yo, the one I want just walked through the threshold So all you other girls are out in the cold for now She's the only one for me Who knows if we were meant to be Together forever and that's a real long time And you can tell I'm in the house by my dope rhyme Man, I'm glad she came to her senses And that she put down all her defenses And finally gave her heart & soul To the man behind the mic control I'm here with her now I'm ready for fun You want a non stop jam, here's the right one Chorus-out Written by vanilla ice, gail sky king, princesa Produced by vanilla ice and gail sky king Mixed by: gail sky king and david sussman Mix engineer: david sussman Recording engineer: kieran walsh Keyboards and programming: joey moskowitz Guitars: kevin grant Vocals: dian sorel Vocal arrangement: will downing Recorded at d & d recording, new york And ameraycan studios, los angeles Mixed at post logic, los angeles And summa music group, los angeles Published by emi blackwood music inc./qpm music/ Ice baby music (bmi)/sky king music (ascap)

Now it's a few rules to the game if you really wanna play Let's get this straight off top Bitch get wit it And roll up, roll up Can't talk about it, be about it, we gon' have to see about it Yeah, and get wit it, get wit it And roll up, roll up Isaiah 54:17, no weapon formed against me shall prosper I got a whole team of angels guarding me from all the danger And keep that .357 under my seat for all the haters Prattlin', one of the last rap niggas snappin' Niggas playin' sleep, I'm St. Nick with the package Blessed with the gift and only 3 Stacks can match me Light years ahead of you niggas, another galaxy Boi keep the club packed to capacity Hands in the air, bitches make it clap for me Automatically, the DJ bring it back for me And drop a bomb on it with the horns Globally adored For sure put Atlanta on the board and I'll be runnin' up the score No etiquette like Belichick and Brady on you hoes See, now teamwork make the dream work, that's how it goes Now it's a few rules to the game if you really wanna play Let's get this straight off top Bitch get wit it, bitch get wit it And roll up, roll up Can't talk about it, be about it, we gon' have to see about it Yeah, and get wit it, get wit it And roll up, roll up Gotta keep the money coming on time (Money) Need to go ahead and get your mind right (Paper) Recognize it's pimpin', bitch, you gon' get wit it, roll up Blowing on strong all day Shawty keep looking this way (Say what?) She recognize the pimpin' and she gon' get wit it And roll up, rol up First thing she seen when I fell through A little bit of talk but I walks with a clear view Dynamic, organic, Iceberg Slim selling trim on the Titanic Underwater wit' it, let me show you how to do it to the fullest I'm the hardest, I'm the realest, I'm the dopest, I'm the coolest While I'm doing, while I'm doing, check it out And I ain't gotta have a motherfucking record out I'm just a West Coast player, say 'fee fi fo' Long Beach nigga with that Eastside flow Dipped in the sauce, 'imp with the limp I'm a pimp and a boss, let me show you how to get it off Keep a blue flag to the left of me And shoot my shit with trajectory Big money, big cars, big toys making big noise Holla at 'em Big Boi Now it's a few rules to the game if you really wanna play Let's get this straight off top Bitch get wit it, bitch get wit it And roll up, roll up Can't talk about it, be about it, we gon' have to see about it Yeah, and get wit it, get wit it And roll up, roll up Gotta keep the money coming on time (Money, money) Need to go ahead and get your mind right (Get it, get it) Recognize it's pimpin', bitch, you gon' get wit it, roll up Blowing on strong all day Shawty keep looking this way (What she looking at?) She recognize the pimpin' and she gon' get wit it And roll up, roll up I'm true to it, had a yellow Cadillac And I sold my blue Buick Spend a lot of money but I'll never blow through it Never blew through it Only thing I blow through is pussy, I'm never pushy In my youth I used to lock it but I don't (I love her) Like that, because I'm married and I won't (do nothing) Split that pie up, no more, it's gone Since Thanksgiving, I split it four ways, it's wrong Wrong all for my kids and my family First generation Patton clan, bitch, get at me I's the pappy, the papi and the father The only Maury I rock with are gators or harder Crocs, I'm sharper than your Sharper Image In your catalog, nigga, eat your spinach Or your leafy greens, long BB team We don't see no seeds, it's straight bud like they're roses Now it's a few rules to the game if you really wanna play Let's get this straight off top Bitch get wit it, bitch get wit it And roll up, roll up Can't talk about it, be about it, we gon' have to see about it Yeah, and get wit it, get wit it (You gots to get wit this shit, man) And roll up, roll up (It's real pimpin', man) Gotta keep the money coming on time (We gettin' money) Need to go ahead and get your mind right (Straight pimpin') Recognize it's pimpin', bitch, you gon' get wit it, roll up (Recognize when it's in your face, you little bitch) Blowing on strong all day (Yes, sir) Shawty keep looking this way (You dig) She recognize the pimpin' and she gon' get wit it (And roll up) Say man, she got to choose up, man I thought you thought, man Bitch been looking at me all motherfucking night Yeah, get in where you fit in Hahahaha

Come on, get high Switch off, get high So we can fall in love again Too much sick high I need to fall in love again So long we're high Back in love with everything My love, come on Bleak heart, I long I long, my love Bleak heart, it's gone I want to feel a part of you Come on, get high Switch off, get high No more sick highs (so we can fall in love again) My love, we're high (come on get high) Come on get high (come on get high, come on get high) Back in love with everything