Heavy D Let S Get It On Lyrics
Let's Get It On by Heavy D
[Verse 1: Heavy D]
Yeah, this is, uh, super funk you know what I'm sayin'
This is for all the players and playettes wherever you at you dig
I'm talkin' about from this side to that side
East side, west side, your side, my side
It's all about being funky. man
Ayo, give me that microphone
It's Heavy D the baritone and I'm home alone, dig it
And I'm always stayin' freshly dipped on 1-2-5th
Where the dogs bark and the dreadlock be sparkin' spliff
Okay, okay, okay, okay, it's Heavy D again
Hallelujah, I'm on your TV screen again
You see me on your MTV and on your BET
And on your local focal point video show
Nigga, this how it flow so fly like an eagle
No sequels, no weed, but I get love from all the thugs
Cause they still my people
I'm dynamic punks panic when they see me
They get all shook up when my mic's hooked up
Let's get it on
[Hook (x2)]
Untouchables at your door
(Let's get it on)
All you whack rappers hit the floor
[Verse 2: 2Pac]
How should I plead, forever thuggin' on a quest to get G's
Runnin' from enemies ever since the days of a seed
I'm under pressure the stress will have me drinkin'
Thinkin' niggas after me, much too paranoid to blink
Wonder why the police don't wanna see me stackin' G's
They after a playa but I won't let 'em capture me
I gotta thank the lord for the weed and the nicotine
I can't sleep, close my eyes, I see wicked things
I keep my pistol by my bedside one in the chamber
Preoccupied with homicide my life's in danger
Rollin' down the 405, beware of stangers
Hand on my 4-5 that's what the fame does
I'm probably wrong but I'll never know it til I'm gone
From out the ghetto where the jealous motherfuckers roam
Pass the weed let that Hennessey get to me
Before the penitentiary
Let's get it on
[Hook (x2)]
Untouchables at your door
(Let's get it on)
All you whack rappers hit the floor
[Verse 3: Grand Puba]
I thought you knew I stay true to this rhyme thing I do
I have all the honeys saying, "Go Pu'!"
I flip a style from the projects building 70 apartment 6C
I turn food stamps to green stamps rough power amps
And sold weed under corner lamps but now I'm just microphone talkin
So when you see my ass have my cash or just keep walking
Niggas got more game than Genesis
Seen a movie in L.A. now everybody wanna C
But them youth don't trouble we
Because they fall victim to what they see hey!
I keeps it +Reel to Reel+ like my last album title song
But I understand it takes a year for niggas to catch on
(hit em in the head dog) So let's get it on! yea
Split the dutches fill it with the skunk we about to
Get wicked in the joint uh Notorious is glorious
[Verse 4: Notorious B.I.G.]
(*cough, cough*)
Niggas, now who's the mind blower, the weed grower
Have you seen doubles like Noah, the rhyme flower
B.I.G. top notch with the Glock check your pockets
And your sockets it's just the way my pops taught me
When you throw the drop check 'em throughly
The bastard might spin around and try to bury me
And dead niggas don't make no moves
When I'm slingin' in the hood I don't fake no moves aight
Reminiscin on my swinger days
When I drove a Caddy and my bitch sported finger waves
Yea she had the Gucci roots I had Sarducci suits
Oshkosh-begosh Coca-Cola lookin real cute
Junior M.A.F.I.A. representin Bucktown
Mac-11 cocked back niggas better duck down
Face down you know the routine the cream
Earrings you know the drama Biggie bring
Let's get it on
Yeah, this is, uh, super funk you know what I'm sayin'
This is for all the players and playettes wherever you at you dig
I'm talkin' about from this side to that side
East side, west side, your side, my side
It's all about being funky. man
Ayo, give me that microphone
It's Heavy D the baritone and I'm home alone, dig it
And I'm always stayin' freshly dipped on 1-2-5th
Where the dogs bark and the dreadlock be sparkin' spliff
Okay, okay, okay, okay, it's Heavy D again
Hallelujah, I'm on your TV screen again
You see me on your MTV and on your BET
And on your local focal point video show
Nigga, this how it flow so fly like an eagle
No sequels, no weed, but I get love from all the thugs
Cause they still my people
I'm dynamic punks panic when they see me
They get all shook up when my mic's hooked up
Let's get it on
[Hook (x2)]
Untouchables at your door
(Let's get it on)
All you whack rappers hit the floor
[Verse 2: 2Pac]
How should I plead, forever thuggin' on a quest to get G's
Runnin' from enemies ever since the days of a seed
I'm under pressure the stress will have me drinkin'
Thinkin' niggas after me, much too paranoid to blink
Wonder why the police don't wanna see me stackin' G's
They after a playa but I won't let 'em capture me
I gotta thank the lord for the weed and the nicotine
I can't sleep, close my eyes, I see wicked things
I keep my pistol by my bedside one in the chamber
Preoccupied with homicide my life's in danger
Rollin' down the 405, beware of stangers
Hand on my 4-5 that's what the fame does
I'm probably wrong but I'll never know it til I'm gone
From out the ghetto where the jealous motherfuckers roam
Pass the weed let that Hennessey get to me
Before the penitentiary
Let's get it on
[Hook (x2)]
Untouchables at your door
(Let's get it on)
All you whack rappers hit the floor
[Verse 3: Grand Puba]
I thought you knew I stay true to this rhyme thing I do
I have all the honeys saying, "Go Pu'!"
I flip a style from the projects building 70 apartment 6C
I turn food stamps to green stamps rough power amps
And sold weed under corner lamps but now I'm just microphone talkin
So when you see my ass have my cash or just keep walking
Niggas got more game than Genesis
Seen a movie in L.A. now everybody wanna C
But them youth don't trouble we
Because they fall victim to what they see hey!
I keeps it +Reel to Reel+ like my last album title song
But I understand it takes a year for niggas to catch on
(hit em in the head dog) So let's get it on! yea
Split the dutches fill it with the skunk we about to
Get wicked in the joint uh Notorious is glorious
[Verse 4: Notorious B.I.G.]
(*cough, cough*)
Niggas, now who's the mind blower, the weed grower
Have you seen doubles like Noah, the rhyme flower
B.I.G. top notch with the Glock check your pockets
And your sockets it's just the way my pops taught me
When you throw the drop check 'em throughly
The bastard might spin around and try to bury me
And dead niggas don't make no moves
When I'm slingin' in the hood I don't fake no moves aight
Reminiscin on my swinger days
When I drove a Caddy and my bitch sported finger waves
Yea she had the Gucci roots I had Sarducci suits
Oshkosh-begosh Coca-Cola lookin real cute
Junior M.A.F.I.A. representin Bucktown
Mac-11 cocked back niggas better duck down
Face down you know the routine the cream
Earrings you know the drama Biggie bring
Let's get it on