Vue Peter - Get The Groove Going lyrics

[Verse 1 - Sean V] One two three S to the V up on this beat First Beat Jacks now I'm ripping sixteens Part of f**ing songs or as simple as they come I stepped up in the game and I feel like I've won My lyrics are demonic, supersonic yet methodic They're my product I let them flow like water I got a lot of father issues but it doesn't matter Can you hear my pitter patter? I'm coming up behind you Call you Debra, Imma find you Referencing Simple Sixteens Can you feel the sting infecting your dreams? More like nightmares I'm crawling up these stairs I'm k**ing all your peers Come on mother f**er you had better stand clear I get the groove going, flowing Yes I go in full knowing no one will ever notice my true talent Not like Soulja Boy Tell ‘Em He's talentless, though not a diss [Verse 2 - Decoy] It's the Sickest spitter who known for k**ing these critics right? Grip the mic and have these b**hes tripping Like they switching flights Spit it nice but the flow is mean like Regina George See me in the CD store sitting with a Ouija board Conjure these ghost writers Send em back to that whack rapper Struggling selling mix tapes out his low rider And man I'm so tired Every time I'm spitting heat I bring the fiends to the streets it's like a dope fire See me rapping like I'm bound to see the afterlife Track after track if I have to die Then I have to write Yall ain't even half as nice You can't even have a mic Felt how having cash was like So I've been rhyming half my life Yeah, I'm sick prick with a mean ego Every time I rap I make hot sh**: bean burrito Get it? Prolly not, I won't explain it though If I'm not making dough, then hoe I'm probably taking yours, Decoy! [Verse 3 - Vue Peter] I started at the age of 10, where I began to seek friends And all these haters hating on my sh** Now let this sh** begin Me and the homie Sean V, you know how we be f** all these n***as mouth yappin' Cuz we k**in' these MCs I'm proof ya and I'll prove ya Bye bye n***a see ya Game change, but we hip hop Don't f** around or yo hip pop Murder, you ain't ever, ever murder, my soul cuz I'm Murder to the world, Label me Mr. Lucifer Now get your groove on n***a It's the groove song, be on max mode Let these mother f**ers know who we are I told yall we was hip hop Due to the fact a brother got his f**ing groove on I'm done now, I'mma hell now Be in my dream, and steady chasing all my dreams now f** all you n***as doubting me You n***as talk a lot of sh** But you ain't never better than me Cuz you's a b**h n***a [Verse 4 - Sean V] Last verse, I'm up in this b**h All the other artists are jealous of my stench I'm bringing f**ing talent like I'm bringing this Funk Volume on max making your soul Shady Records are impeccable though I am so Young Money in my pocket b**h I'm having fun I going so wild, I'm bringing my own style Worthwhile white child c'mon man watch out As I k** it, RIP it, don't you get it? I'm headed for better weather Yes I am going South Winter is coming boy, you better get out I get the groove going and flowing Yes I'll be floating my boat on this rap ocean Instant convulsion Can you feel the motion? Completely unheard of I'm sicker than murder Yes I'll be kicking this dirt up Give it a couple years: no longer unheard of V