"Ba**y" Bob Brockmann - Let's Get it On lyrics

[Intro: Heavy D] Yeah, this is, uh, an untouchable 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 [Verse 1: Heavy D] 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 n***a, 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' n***as 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 till I'm gone From out the gutter where the jealous motherf**ers roam Pa** the weed let that Hennessey get to me Before the penitentiary, let's get it on! [Hook] (x2) [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 a** have my cash or just keep walkin' n***as got more game than Genesis Seen a movie made in LA, now everybody menaces 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 n***as to catch on Hit 'em in the head, dog, so let's get it on! [Bridge: Notorious B.I.G.] Split the dutches, fill it with the skunk We about to get wicked in the joint, uh Notorious is glorious *coughing* [Verse 4: Notorious B.I.G.] n***as know 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 ba*tard might spin around and try to bury me And dead n***as 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 b**h sported finger waves Yeah, she had the Gucci roots I had Carducci Suits Oshkosh-begosh, Coca-Cola, lookin' real cute Junior M.A.F.I.A. representin' Bucktown MAC-11 co*ked back, n***as better duck down Face down, you know the routine, the cream, earrings You know the drama Biggie bring, let's get it on!