Music box

Getcha Getcha

(HO!) (HEY!)
See the band played on
(Getcha, getcha, getcha, I better getcha)
And they was singin my song
(Getcha, getcha, getcha, gonna getcha, right?)
Watch the band play on
I got them folks on the left, man they going like (HO!)
I got them folks on the right, and they be screaming like (HEY!)
I got them folks in the back, man they be yelling like (HO!)
I got them folks down front, waving they hands like (HEY!)
What we gonna do about the middle, man? (HO!)
They get it swinging, juke jumping, a little man (HEY!)
I'm from the middle man, watch dirty entertain (HO!)
Capacity ten thousand, we packed the whole thing (HEY!)
To get the spot leaning That's what we trying for
We all we got, that's why we rhyme so
I feel we the best, no sense in lying, though
Now, all together, watch the crowd go
I'm just a dirty from the Lou, I got a whole lot of (HO!)
Smoking on some shit from a barn they call (HEY!)
I don't pay for no pussy, I try to stay away from (HO!)
If I do pay for something, you know what I'm on
I get a hundred-fifty thou' to make the crowd go (HO!)
I might fly by you in that Diablo (HEY!)
I'm leaving St. Louis, smashing that throttle (HO!)
In three hours flat, I hit Chicago (HEY!)
Black stacks and 'Lacs, it's what I earned so far (HO!)
This copycatting thing is going too far (HEY!)
Cheefing, reefing, no more burning the 'gar (HO!)
Sipping Pinot Bridgio while I'm churching at bars (HEY!)
Derrty ENT screaming at our show (HO!)
I'm catching to freak something to die for (HEY!)
I stick twenty, twenty-four, that's how high I go (HO!)
And smoke like a chimney, puffing that hydro (HEY!)
Now, every time I'm up on that stage, somebody screaming (HO!)
Every time that my back is turned, somebody saying (HEY!)
When I'm up in the club, it's so easy to get a (HO!)
But I'd rather get a young lady that's cool with the...
I'm sick of wannabe gangsters that be pretending they not a (HO!)
Talking behind your back, but when they see you they like (HEY!)
I don't pay no attention, I'm only there to steal your (HO!)
And I ain't got to like your ass, I'll still smoke your (HEY!)
No music, no weed, what should we ride for? (HO!)
We roll with them Twista like we Chicago (HEY!)
Shout out to OPEC rolls up the five four (HO!)
The streets of St. Louis call it survival (HEY!)
Your game ain't tight, no you ain't pimping kin (HO!)
You see the Cutlass Supreme I'm sitting in? (HEY!)
Lime green chinchilla, ooh that's a different skin (HO!)
Where I'm from, we wear blue and gold like we Michigan (HEY!)
I know you a lady, but tonight, can you be a (HO!)
Is that your man chasing you down, behind you yelling (HEY!)
He cussing like a motherfucker, calling her a (HO!)
She asking me what she should do, I just look like...