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The Get Down Video (MV)




Performed By: Jay Pikk
Language: English
Length: 2:46
Written by: Kortez Marion, Marshall Spruill




Jay Pikk - The Get Down Lyrics




This for, grinders, living check to check
Dangerfield treatment, get no respect
Ended the week stressed, I need to see you sweat
No Keith, off the leash, you know what I rep
Three thirteen, the Mean Gene mic fiend
But I like my grooves to rock, with a slight lean
Or, some of the best that test your two step
Always with the Most High, so I'm feeling too blessed
Two drink minimum, can't avoid the funk
Art to heart, beats that make your speakers pump
Uh, my team winning, you see em, with no punks
Wrong dudes to Kriss Kross, so don't get jumped, chump
Cooped up for months, now I'm back out on the town
If we can't get down, then don't bring it around
The world my playground, and Mary still goes round
Feel like KR cant rest, time to boogie down, OW

I wanna see ya hands, make ya dance nigga
Wanna see ya hands, make ya dance nigga
I wanna see ya groove, get in the mood nigga
Wanna see ya groove, get in the mood nigga

Now bounce wit it, shake wit it, let me take you on a date wit it
Move wit it, groove wit it, bitch show me what you do wit it

Now it's packed and jumping, I ain't back for nothing
Round two's on the kid, no tax or nothing
Nah I ain't getting no paper like faxes coming
But I think I'm young Kenan, All That or something
No sketch, it's hot in here, don't lose your breath
She asked can you keep up, shit, I should've stretched
Can't tell what you're doing but you do it the best
Shorty swing my way if you from the Midwest
And all the laid back, wallflowers we don't play that
Who had the three bloody Mary's? you know you can't say that
Got more than drinks flowing, with songs Frozen
Put the city on my back like Bron's tatt, I'm chosen
All I know don't look back, stay on track, press forward
Cutting up to collect green like the back of the mower
Peeped the landscape and I can't wait
New shoes, Jay running shit, the city's mine like 98, hey

I wanna see ya hands, make ya dance nigga
Wanna see ya hands, make ya dance nigga
I wanna see ya groove, get in the mood nigga
Wanna see ya groove, get in the mood nigga

Now bounce wit it, shake wit it, let me take you on a date wit it
Move wit it, groove wit it, bitch show me what you do wit it
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English

This for, grinders, living check to check
Dangerfield treatment, get no respect
Ended the week stressed, I need to see you sweat
No Keith, off the leash, you know what I rep
Three thirteen, the Mean Gene mic fiend
But I like my grooves to rock, with a slight lean
Or, some of the best that test your two step
Always with the Most High, so I'm feeling too blessed
Two drink minimum, can't avoid the funk
Art to heart, beats that make your speakers pump
Uh, my team winning, you see em, with no punks
Wrong dudes to Kriss Kross, so don't get jumped, chump
Cooped up for months, now I'm back out on the town
If we can't get down, then don't bring it around
The world my playground, and Mary still goes round
Feel like KR cant rest, time to boogie down, OW

I wanna see ya hands, make ya dance nigga
Wanna see ya hands, make ya dance nigga
I wanna see ya groove, get in the mood nigga
Wanna see ya groove, get in the mood nigga

Now bounce wit it, shake wit it, let me take you on a date wit it
Move wit it, groove wit it, bitch show me what you do wit it

Now it's packed and jumping, I ain't back for nothing
Round two's on the kid, no tax or nothing
Nah I ain't getting no paper like faxes coming
But I think I'm young Kenan, All That or something
No sketch, it's hot in here, don't lose your breath
She asked can you keep up, shit, I should've stretched
Can't tell what you're doing but you do it the best
Shorty swing my way if you from the Midwest
And all the laid back, wallflowers we don't play that
Who had the three bloody Mary's? you know you can't say that
Got more than drinks flowing, with songs Frozen
Put the city on my back like Bron's tatt, I'm chosen
All I know don't look back, stay on track, press forward
Cutting up to collect green like the back of the mower
Peeped the landscape and I can't wait
New shoes, Jay running shit, the city's mine like 98, hey

I wanna see ya hands, make ya dance nigga
Wanna see ya hands, make ya dance nigga
I wanna see ya groove, get in the mood nigga
Wanna see ya groove, get in the mood nigga

Now bounce wit it, shake wit it, let me take you on a date wit it
Move wit it, groove wit it, bitch show me what you do wit it
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Writer: Kortez Marion, Marshall Spruill
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