Put It Down

I got it, come on nigga Oh, Oh Yeah, yo Yeah, get nigga Redman got fire nigga Shots are in your hood when I'm high nigga Shots of Cuervo fuckin' up my liver Shots from the camera's on my niggas Girlfriend drunk, so I'll jump around wit her I step inside, you're quiet like a mime nigga My watch do more things than James Bond nigga I'm gonna do it now, I ain't dyin' tryin' nigga (Put it down, put it down, put it down girl) You better grind, 'cause you ain't spending mine girl When Timbaland plan and I'll do the ground work Whether you in Tims, Air Force, or Converse Let me see the high niggas on the left side And whole muthafuckas smokin' on the right side You sayin' "fuck Gillahouse" nigga likewise This is how I walk up on your hoe, hey Put it down [Chorus:] Put it down, put it down, put it down (We gots to get down, niggas you gots to get down) Put it down, put it down, put it down (Bitches you gots to get down, show you how we put it down) (Get nigga) Put it down, put it down, put it down (We gots to get down, niggas you gots to get down) Put it down, put it down, put it down (Bitches you gots to get down, show you how we put it down) Who am I nigga? That dude who arrive nigga With a blueprint to all your supply nigga Fifteen percent tint on the fire nigga Sometimes I don't know what's inside nigga Let me show you how bricks get it live nigga The Time Warner's of the block, showtime nigga I hit a chick, kick her out, I ain't dialin' her A gold digger I can see the green mile in her (Put it down, put it down put it down fool) The flashy ones get robbed in the bathroom "Yo get up, yo it's jewelry, it's costume" (Hahaha) Rollin' like drunk cowboys at high noon Let me see the high niggas on the east side And whole niggas get high on the west side A punk nigga outta line, he get checked like I roll up on his hoe and say, hey Put it down [Chorus] Look in my eyes nigga You see a great ball of fire nigga My trail is blazin', that's right, I'm high nigga A hard hip hop hitman for hire nigga My rims are so big, I fucked my alignment up Grown as hell, I don't throw signs nigga I continue to Flipmode's like Rah Digga Barbershop talk, come get you a line nigga It's permanent press steam on the iron nigga (Put it down, put it down, put it down girl) Wherever you pop shit you get found there Bitch you hot, little tacky with the horse hair Gillahouse, it's your year and it's on baby Where them high muthafuckas on the left side I know there's drunk muthafuckas on the right side You sayin' "fuck Redman" nigga likewise This is how I talkin' to your hoe, hey Put it down [Chorus] Gillahouse, Gilla Gotti Click Yo Brick City, you know what it is Holla at 'cha fuckin' boy Bring 'em back, Bring 'em