Letra de 'Get It' de Styles Of Beyond

So let's get right to (and then rule?)
And it ain't nothin' but a thing
To getchya (grippin'?) the move
Gotta lovin' the way we swing when we step on the scene
You know we kill it
Goin' all out
We about to
Ge-ge-ge-ge-ge-ge-get it

Ryu-yo it's in my blood
I was born to spit it
The cord has kept me warm
Through the storms of winter
Ignored the pain and struggle
When it's time for dinner
We huddle together and grind
Rain or shine
Survive the weather
Forget about changing spinners
Throw me a bone
I'm just tryin' to raise my litter
It made me bitter
Eventually made me sicker
So when the heat's on
We don't get pre-game jitters
Uh-uh
We go to work man
Diggin' in dirt
We took 'em to church
We're checkin' in some teenage strippers
Livin' life by the seat of my pants
And ( ? ) with jams
Undefeated we can't
Lose
Ever whoever wanted with us
Better roll with a camp
You trust to cover your ass
When your asses can't
Huh
So bottom's up
Here's one for the crew
Put some liquor in your gut
And tell me what you wanna do
Sing it

S
For every sucker left behind
O
With every ( ? ) when i bust a rhyme
B
Best believe when it's time to get it
We grind and jet
'cause we ain't got time to kick it

No

S
For the drunk sexy women
O
Sippin' jack with some pepsi in it
B
Best believe when it's time to get it
We grind and jet
'cause we ain't got time to kick it

Tak-so let's get right to (and then rule?)
And it ain't nothin' but a thing
To getchya (grippin'?) the move
Gotta lovin' the way we swing when we step on the scene
You know we kill it
Goin' all out
We about to
Ge-ge-ge-ge-ge-ge-get it

Tak-wow
Look at 'em now
Their mouths are closed
We done came a long way since 2004
Spilled bleach
Got the whole entire crowd exposed
The fumes leakin' in the street
Throwin' down them (bowls?)
Whoa
We on the job
The one with the mob
The fake facades
To get it just to make new large
I roll a seven to nine
Just to break the yards
And step in your mind
And unfold
The great bizarre
Hit the kill switch
Yah
Found my hitch
I'm on the pitcher's mound for now
It's me and will smith
Finally overseas
I sneak in the mattress
Ain't nothin' like a sweet club freak with an accent
We out gettin' bent
Makin' dollar amounts
So if you with me let me see you raise your bottom with shots
Say it

S
For every sucker left behind
O
With every (?) when i bust a rhyme
B
Best believe when it's time to get it
We grind and jet
'cause we ain't got time to kick it

No

S
For the drunk sexy women
O
Sippin' jack with some pepsi in it
B
Best believe when it's time to get it
We grind and jet
'cause we ain't got time to kick it

So let's get right to (and then rule?)
And it ain't nothin' but a thing
To getchya (grippin'?) the move
Gotta lovin' the way we swing when we step on the scene
You know we kill it
Goin' all out
We about to
Ge-ge-ge-ge-ge-ge-get it