Dickies Messenger Bag

FT KANYE WEST

I wanna get down, down, down, down
Down, Down, Down
Get Down
We can get down

Uh…Mr. West is in the building
Children, Ladiesssss
Call the shrink up, they about to go crazy
Hold your drinks up, like you was celebrating
Hold your guns, if they is hella hating
I’m so clean, and them they got rabies
I can see them through the lense of my rabie
And wait fast…MmmHmm
Yeah do you play fair? MmmNnnn

Baby girl, gotta tell you
Seen you somewhere before, You look familiar
You had a red shirt, Dickie slacks, and a Gucci bag to match it
Tell me you remember that baby girl, but lady never mind that
Can I take you out later? And heres my contact
Can you do me this favor? Can you spend this paper?
Only you cause its just sitting and lets just get it and go

Let me [x3]
Guarantee [x3]
I’ll make your day, OKAY!!!
I wanna get down, down, down, down (Get Down)
Down, Down, Down (Get Down)
Get Down (Ooouou)
We can get down

The way I see it girl, You a perfect ten
Thats why Im all on you baby
You got me wondering
What to do, what to say
Don’t want to come off lame
Girl do you gotta man?
Better yet girl, whats ya name?
Just let me [x3]
Guarantee [x3]
I’ll make your day, OKAY!!!
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Now if you hit it shawty [x3]
Let Me [x2]
Take you better way
Baby can we dream, just for today?

I wanna get down [x4] (Girl that’d be crazy)
Down, Down, Down (Got to get down)
Get Down (Oououou)
We can get down
OH BABY!!!!!!
I wanna get down [x4] (Girl that’d be crazy)
Down, Down, Down (Got to get down)
Get Down (Oououou)
We can get down
OH BABY!!!!!!

Grab your remote, for the reason they made TIVO
Snap your Nikon’s with the icons with Nike’s on
I heard you like to do it with the lights on
But I really make babies when the mics on
Check out all my kids, that ball all my cribs
Got me out of that apartment
You have got to pardon him
I am so retarded with a spit like a retarded kid that spits
Ooops, I ain’t mean to say that shit
I told my homie Chris, these chicks is dangerous
You need a girl thats A List
Not one thats just barely made it on A List
Casue from Wall To Wall
We got it Poppin’ right now
Its a hundred girls, tryna get DOWN DOWN DOWN

I wanna get down [x4] (Girl that’d be crazy)
Down, Down, Down (Got to get down)
Get Down (Oououou)
We can get down
OH BABY!!!!!!

I wanna get down [x4] (Girl that’d be crazy)
Down, Down, Down (Got to get down)
Get Down (Oououou)
We can get down
OH BABY!!!!!!

Duration : 0:4:17

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[Chorus:]
She don’t know why
But all she knows
is that her youngest child
is a real gangsta now
you see…

[Verse 1:]
He was a good kid all through elementary
A’s and B’s and had no enemies
But he saw all the G’s as he walked home
he couldn’t read all the words on the walls though
So many letters crossed out with X’s
He wondered but knew not to ask those questions
No pops, and his mom worked to the nail
She managed to buy him some shoes on sale
She didn’t know, she bought the wrong color
And they stayed in the closet all summer
Even though the kid wasn’t affiliated
He knew what they loved, and knew what they hated
Now he’s in Middle School, same individual
But this is where things seem to get a bit difficult
This is the life of a young Mexican
First verse done take me to the second one

[Chorus x2]

[Verse 2:]
6th grade, why so much homework
Got a pot pie sitting in the stove burnt
Momma still ain’t back from her job yet
So he eats it cause that’s all he got left
Then he plays with his little puppy Cinnamon
His last dog was a victim of a hit n run
There’s a knock on his door it’s his homeboy
Your mom’s gone? He pulls out a chrome toy
Where’d you get that from? The kid asked
We broke into a house we got a bunch of stashed
It was the first time he ever held a real gun
To get one of these you gotta steal one
We too young they won’t let us buy a gat
Now if they shoot at us we can fire back
Who is they and why would they blast at me?
Cause you from the hood fool, this is family

[Chorus x2]

[Verse 3:]
A year passes now the kids Dickies sag
In his pocket got a knife and a nickel bag
And the homeboy that showed him his first gun
Got killed last week in a burban
Putting work in 45 jerkin’
Lucky shot hit, popped like a virgin
Closed casket touched as he strolled past it
Got his name tattooed into a hoes asses
So he’ll still be remembered often while
His little gettin’ hit doggy style
It ain’t stoppin’ now while his moms’ on the ground
On her knees yelling “Please Lord not my child
I want to watch him smile
He can turn his Pac up loud
He can sleep with his pitbull on the couch”
And while the kid is listening to her words
All he can think about is bloody, bloody murders

[Chorus x2]

Duration : 0:5:8

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