Elz Jenkins - Bobby & Whitney (Get It) lyrics

[Verse 1: Jarren Benton] Yea, spend all my money on liquor and strippers Fall off in the beef with some ignorant n***as Aye shout out to Hopsin, aye shout out to Dizzy Aye f** with me Hoppa, aye f** with me SwizZz I can't stop thinking 'bout money and p**y I ain't no k**a but you n***as pushed me Put the booth in the hearse, put the track in the mausoleum Go play somewhere n***a, I'm working, don't bother him n***a got his brains popped for a Jesus piece Be careful 'cause somebody hoe got the Eazy-E I used to pray that I'd get put on by Dr. Dre [?] get the chopper, it's time to cooperate Ain't nobody dies if you all would cooperate Then he bop on that hoe with a gla** of [?] Back against the wall, dick inside the dirt f** a Plan B, plan A 'bout to work [Chorus: Jarren Benton] Ride around in my side of town I'm Whitney Houston and Bobby Brown 4AM and it's going down No one make a move and no one make a sound, 'bout to Get it (x12) All day gon' hit it, I'm 'bout to Get it (x12) All day, all night, n***a I'mma get it [Verse 2: Jarren Benton] I might tell the b**h I love her but no I don't trust a hoe Are they real sisters? I don't care, so I f** them both My childhood was no reflection of the show 'bout the Huxtables n***as started getting money, now we getting comfortable All they still sending shots like they did Big and Pac My Glock is [?], yea baby I need a bigger spot I'mma get rich, I'mma die rich, yea n***a watch Bra**-knuckle-Benton baby, yea I'm so unorthodox Get my feet on the table when I'm at the meeting at the corporate spot Ain't no justice for a n***a so we go and explode the cops Young n***a tryna make a way, so he hit the block Flick the wrist and stir the pot, call the boy Sir Mix-A-Lot I ain't want to see my n***a laying stiff up in the box She gon' give me raw head while I'm sitting in the drop Living my life like a n***a 'bout to die any minute Bounce back from the bullsh** now I'm 'bout to get it [Chorus: Jarren Benton] Ride around in my side of town I'm Whitney Houston and Bobby Brown 4AM and it's going down No one make a move and no one make a sound, 'bout to Get it (x12) All day gon' hit it, I'm 'bout to Get it (x12) All day, all night, n***a I'mma get it (Jenkins!) [Verse 3: Elz Jenkins] Young n***a needed money so a n***a went and got it Trapping hard then I'm trapping hard, still I went to college Time it hard, n***a you wouldn't try, what you do for profit? Grabbing the K with the silencer, I hope you do the knowledge Kicking, going through the back, yea Plan on let a n***a go? No Tell them [?] say, yea Time up, hit the door, go Black gun, money bag, yea Roll with plenty n***as, shot up plenty n***as Tell them die then play it back, damn Realest in the city, trillest in the city Tell them n***as play it back, damn We them n***as putting on Ain't nobody put us on, no Proud and independent, [?] Riding 'round in my zone Shoot a snitch like a camera man On the [?] roll We ain't friends, n***as just scared to be enemies Switch sides like crossfade, no friend of me Sipping, sipping, like 2Pac, need Hennessy Lord I'm a sinner, I do it again, you forgiving me? [Chorus: Jarren Benton] Ride around in my side of town I'm Whitney Houston and Bobby Brown 4AM and it's going down No one make a move and no one make a sound, 'bout to Get it (x12) All day gon' hit it, I'm 'bout to Get it (x12) All day, all night, n***a I'mma get it