Wu-tang Clan - Get At Me lyrics

[Intro: 12 O'Clock (Sandman)] Two On Da Road right here (Uh-huh, somethin for the radio, n***a) Two On Da Road Uh, Two On Da Road [Chorus x2: Sandman - singing] When you see me at the party homey get at me And don't be mad when your girl try and spit at me Cuz when the beat got doo-doo-doo-doo-doo It ain't no limit to the things that we can do [12 O'Clock:] I'm at the bar, Long Island Iced Tea Double shot of Hennessey for this pretty piece with pretty feet smellin like Victoria Sec' I could see her bra and panties were pink Lookin Spanish or Greek, finest thing I seen all week Movin with her cousin and niece I'm movin with my mans Monk and P Stand at the wall, long chrome 3-3-3 p**y for free like ODB, high off the eves b**hes lookin like Pamela Lee bu*t-naked on their hands and knees Roll up the trees, burn somethin 'fore we leave Give your friend your car keys, slide with me [Shyheim:] Peace Hey vagina, use my name Davey Crocket I'm king of the wild frontier, your s** hostage MMMMM.. Mr. Lover-man, what's cookin good lookin? Let's jump in the fryin pan, f** yo' man He don't want it with us k**as With E-40 Skrilla, for real-a [Doc Doom:] Bottle for the Wu years and I'ma hit the flow after a few beers Just tell the DJ the Black Knights is up in here Wu-Tang is in here, the whole k**a Bee Gang is in here and ladies holla when we in here cuz they know it's Big Pimpin goin on in here and in the VIP, ho's take it off in here So get at me cuz I know you wanna spit at me and I'd be a fool to let that fat a** pa** me [Shyheim:] You wanna ride in the 600 BAAA-BAAAY with your head out the window like "HEY HEY" Tell everybody in the hood you my LAAA-DAAAY We big up for life so you crazy [Prodical:] This k**a dog puffin green gandy, ready to sink through some panties Caught some eye candy, sippin on Coke mixed with Remy Yo Monk, shorty got a lot of junk in her trunk Now she surfin through the crowd for our weed and skunk A n***a 12, droppin treasures like the j**els of the Nile Twenty-seven, ManChild from the Isle of Shaolin We sky Sushi bar, Meoshi par, finest cigars and the ladies in the place wanna know who we are Gumah Oz Dubar, my hand all in her bra So what's the deal ma'? Can me and my Clan Bar Mitzvah? Call your girlfriends, after-party, house on the hill Come and do real, she said "I'm burnin heart off the pill" Drinks for free, I got my own VIP Two or three, or it can be just you and me Let's get it on and poppin, crack-a-latin with no debatin No time for the fakin, baby girl what's shakin? [Monk:] Catch Monk in the midst of party crackin, don't dance but I boogie to the beat low key, I stay splashed And drunk still drinkin, poppin major with the ho's, I'm groovin with this fat b**h, she stuck with my slang and my dresscode I got close, whispered "What's up with the Bar Mitzvah?" Then I grabbed her a**, she laughed with a p**no look and p**y popped her a** on rhythm with the beat But pa**ed, she with her man but her friends came two cars deep [Chorus x6]