Ces Cru - Get Off lyrics

[Intro: Godemis] Strange Music! Ho! It's Godemis Ish in the place to be, but it ain't my motherf**ing turn Hey UBI, hit 'em in the neck with that sh**! [Verse 1: Ubiquitous] One, two, play the beat, I moved up the ladder and I lay the heat I do what I do every day of the week And even improve in the booth where I'm paid to speak f** you say to me? When you play in the bench you can hate with ease But I'm thinking that they like me, J Dupri And I'm betting if I cut them they would bleed It's just too plain to see these, motherf**er bout two flames a week They know nothing about this flame I speak They run around b**hing cause they can't compete So don't ask me sh**, he should know I'mma tell him everything he need to know You don't need to know sh**, you need to slow Your motherf**ing roll up and read the code We the most slept on for tons of years I ain't talking about a couple of months you hear And you're acting like Ces has just appeared Wanna run up and test my nuts in here Go ahead, spread your sh** End in a place where the lead don't fit Man, I don't play I end your sh** If the air don't bake and the bread don't sip And I read your script, f** your lines Flesh don't burn and sun don't shine Ces don't ride if the Tech don't earn Get up in the line, you can get your turn And X your eyes, s** your birth You never gonna ride you don't let go first Napalm deployed; on your momma boy Little motherf**er looking like a mongoloid [Hook: Ubiquitous & Godemis] If the head don't fit, get off my dick Spread your sh**, get off my dick Spread your lips, get off my dick s** this dick, get off my dick Spread your lips, get off my dick If the head don't fit, get off my dick Spread your sh**, get off my dick Spread your lips, get off my dick [Verse 2: Godemis] Party's packed, party's packed Let me get a part of that Black clover up in this b**h And no, he don't know how to act If she fronting, hold me tell her blow me and don't call her back Even if she's on the floor having a f**ing heart attack Gangs on 10 here up in the club We're all in here up in the club Came in the club with the bud and a buzz Now want a shot and a little bit of what I don't know, I don't know, falling like a domino Budget ballin', parking lot pimpin' outside of the Conoco We're mixing two for the alchemy, now I'mma tell what it's about to be Like M-L-K I'm about to take one to the head on the balcony And I know some fools got it out for me, though I don't wanna say I got them I'mma k** them all and let Christ sort ‘em, that's God's problem And I mean I'm out of orbit, they say that I'm so fly Get a gig as a Chippendale, all I need is a bow tie My temper telling me to attack ‘em, but clearly that would be the day Eclipse 'em we're on our grind otherwise known as that T-M-J [Hook: Ubiquitous & Godemis] [Verse 3: Mac Lethal] Denied by the bank for a loan Denied by the bank for a loan Yup, so I got a shoe box full of cash And I paid for the whole damn house on my own b**h, do you want a mouth full of stone? Then keep trying Mac Leth. ain't hard And I'mma shoot a little semen like I see a meteor Reach for back for the black pre-paid card And this and that Mega Mac pilfe b**h How you're number two, but you still ain't sh** Better stall your cops, better call yours off If your head don't fit I'mma saw yours off Now you can't hear your mix-tape getting k**ed Playground days back in 6th grade drinking milk To now where every single last one of You motherf**ers are still lookin' hella' b**h made like a quilt. There's a five hundred and fifty million dollar power ball jackpot Going on literally as I record this and I would go and try And buy the winning lottery ticket But Ces Cru called and said we gotta revisit On that white Wu-Tang sh** wallaby kick it And just because the music is Strange don't mean that it got to be wicked Wiki-wiki Wikipedia Mac b**h, stroking on a media fat b**h Smoking on pd with black lips, open all your media outlets Watch me read the whole encyclopedia backwards I'm the king, goddam-it, and I'm alpha male If you see a little rapper in the crowd that's hating Know that he rode on my dick so long that the GPS b**h said "recalculating" [Hook: Ubiquitous & Godemis]