Let's Get Down (feat. DJ Quik)

Yes

Tony! Toni! Toné!

And DJ Quik

You didn't think we could flip it on yo ass, huh?

Something for the dance floor

In a real way

It's going down like this forever

And a day

Now what you hear is not a drag

'Cause Mr. DJ Quik got a brand new bag

But first I gotta bang-bang, a boogie for the boogie

To the rhythm of the ghetto-y streets

Check it out now

You tryna give me some eight ball, but no way

I'd rather have a mimosa with Crystal and OJ

Yeah, just a little something bubbly and tingly

To have me walkin' around naked, but wait a second

The function's on

Around midnight

What time is it?

Are you inside?

Available

To come and play

Give me a clue

So I don't have to

Look for you

Come on, let's get down, let's get down, let's get down

Come on, let's get down in my black Chevrolet

Come on, let's get down, let's get down, let's get down

Come on, let's get down, let's get down

Yeah, now we don't need a club we can do it at my house

My front door is open so homies can bust it out

And ladies, if you're coming leave your children at the nursery

So you can slow on the anniversary

Feel me, I dip-dip-da, so don't be looking stupid

When I unfasten your bra, you know you want to mack this

Because I come stronger than the IRS

Whenever you done got delinquent on your taxes

Now hear I am

Staring at you

I need a drink

You need one too

Who is your friend?

She don't look nice

But I know she will

Later on tonight

Come on, let's get down

Come on, let's get down, let's get down, let's get down

Come on, let's get down in my black Chevrolet

Come on, let's get down, let's get down, let's get down

Come on, let's get down, let's get down

Now I'm at the club and I'm off that drip

The one they call alcohol got me acting, y'all

I hump two first before I hump two more

And now I'm throwing up my guts out the car door

Over consumption, you know how it is, y'all

Got your homie begging for some Pepto Bismol

But when my stomach's right, I'll be back tonight

To get that lady I was grinding on the wall

Now that I feel, now that I feel a little better that I felt a while ago

Yeah, I'm going back to the same spot where I met you on the floor

Now table one, that's my folks

And table two, that's my folks

And everybody knows my name

Now table three, that's B Grund

And table four, that's G One

You best be prepared, 'cause it's all a game, you know

Come on, let's get down, let's get down, let's get down

Come on, let's get down, let's get down, let's get down

Come on, let's get down, let's get down, let's get down

Come on, let's get down, let's get down, let's get down

In my black Chevrolet

I gotta get my groove on

Keep moving and grooving, moving and grooving

I gotta get my groove on

Keep shaking that ass, shaking that ass

I gotta get my groove on

Keep moving and grooving, moving and grooving

I gotta get my groove on

Keep shaking that ass, shaking that ass

I'm grooving (Say what?)

Moving, yeah (Yeah)

Come on, let's get down, let's get down, let's get down

Come on, let's get down in my black Chevrolet

Come on, let's get down, let's get down, let's get down

Come on, let's get down in my black Chevrolet

Come on, let's get down, let's get down, let's get down

Come on, let's get down in my black Chevrolet

Come on, let's get down, let's get down, let's get down

Come on, let's get down in my black Chevrolet