Might Getcha (featuring Lil' Jon) Lyrics
Artist(Band):David Banner
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Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah!
Its yo m**** f***** n**** Lil Jon (Ok!)
Aka Quabo Jones (That's right!)
Checkin in out with that boy David Banner (Yeah!)
And check this out right (Whats up?)
All ya'll f*** n***** (f*** n*****!)
Need to get the f*** up out the club (Get out b****!)
All yall hatin' n****'s (What?!)
Get the f*** out the club (Get out!)
Cuz u talkin that s*** (Yeah?)
Some s*** might happen to yo b**** a**!
(Chorus: x2)
Might Getcha Jaw Broke
Might Getcha wig split
Might Getch car shot up
Might Getcha dome kicked
Might Getcha kidnapped
Might Getcha neck snapped
Might Getcha your feelings hurt thinking that U just a wrap.
(Verse 1)
Like a little angry b****
Coming down screamin' out "South Side" and s***
Mississippi d*** sucka keep my name off yo lips
You don't know me, plus this gun lay right on my hip
Bustin' slugs at yo b**** a**
Aww, s***, Banner done it again
Seven hundred on them dubs, I done spun 'it again, s***,
Ya'll prolly thaught a n**** fell off (Da roof)
I was in Mexico sippin' Sauza (Da roof)
Wit a latin b**** dippin' tha grain
Mississippi m**** f**** anin't a d*** thang change
But this...(?) (Yeah!)..and ya'll ho's, (Yeah!)
I went from...(?)...(Yeah!)... to 12 gold (Yeah!)
Went from phat a** tires to low pro's (Low pro's!)
Went from bein' alone to first chose (First chose!)
You went from talkin' that s*** ta broke nose (Broke nose!)
I went from preachin'to thugs to sellin' dope
<Chorus>
We from the M, I, crooked letter, crooked letter, I, crooked letter, crooked letter, I, hump back, hump back I, make 'em wanna die
...(?)...smoke that herb
Once we up we back on tha curb
Dat g****** s***, I told 'em it's absurd
...(?)...workin' on my nerve
I sniff that s*** that's smooth, I pack that schute...(?)
I Hope it happen to...(?)
Screamin' out, "Shurm", "Life is coo"
Keep 'em in line like...(?)
(?)
We roll in the Caddies wit tha hoes in tha Coop
Just 'cause I practice don't mean that I won't put a hole in a p**** a** n**** like you
(?)
You talikin' s*** then I'll kick in ya door
Most of the rest of the verse is a little too hard to decypher. LOL!
>If that n**** in the club then I wanna beat him up (2)
Punch that n**** out (4) Ladies!
If that b**** up in the club then I wanna beat her up (2)
Punch that b**** out (4)
Stomp that n****, man (2)
Yeah, he's still talkin' s***, stomp that n****, man
Slap that b****, girl (2)
Yeah, she talkin' to yo man, slap that b****, girl
Artist(Band):David Banner
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Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah!
Its yo m**** f***** n**** Lil Jon (Ok!)
Aka Quabo Jones (That's right!)
Checkin in out with that boy David Banner (Yeah!)
And check this out right (Whats up?)
All ya'll f*** n***** (f*** n*****!)
Need to get the f*** up out the club (Get out b****!)
All yall hatin' n****'s (What?!)
Get the f*** out the club (Get out!)
Cuz u talkin that s*** (Yeah?)
Some s*** might happen to yo b**** a**!
(Chorus: x2)
Might Getcha Jaw Broke
Might Getcha wig split
Might Getch car shot up
Might Getcha dome kicked
Might Getcha kidnapped
Might Getcha neck snapped
Might Getcha your feelings hurt thinking that U just a wrap.
(Verse 1)
Like a little angry b****
Coming down screamin' out "South Side" and s***
Mississippi d*** sucka keep my name off yo lips
You don't know me, plus this gun lay right on my hip
Bustin' slugs at yo b**** a**
Aww, s***, Banner done it again
Seven hundred on them dubs, I done spun 'it again, s***,
Ya'll prolly thaught a n**** fell off (Da roof)
I was in Mexico sippin' Sauza (Da roof)
Wit a latin b**** dippin' tha grain
Mississippi m**** f**** anin't a d*** thang change
But this...(?) (Yeah!)..and ya'll ho's, (Yeah!)
I went from...(?)...(Yeah!)... to 12 gold (Yeah!)
Went from phat a** tires to low pro's (Low pro's!)
Went from bein' alone to first chose (First chose!)
You went from talkin' that s*** ta broke nose (Broke nose!)
I went from preachin'to thugs to sellin' dope
<Chorus>
We from the M, I, crooked letter, crooked letter, I, crooked letter, crooked letter, I, hump back, hump back I, make 'em wanna die
...(?)...smoke that herb
Once we up we back on tha curb
Dat g****** s***, I told 'em it's absurd
...(?)...workin' on my nerve
I sniff that s*** that's smooth, I pack that schute...(?)
I Hope it happen to...(?)
Screamin' out, "Shurm", "Life is coo"
Keep 'em in line like...(?)
(?)
We roll in the Caddies wit tha hoes in tha Coop
Just 'cause I practice don't mean that I won't put a hole in a p**** a** n**** like you
(?)
You talikin' s*** then I'll kick in ya door
Most of the rest of the verse is a little too hard to decypher. LOL!
>If that n**** in the club then I wanna beat him up (2)
Punch that n**** out (4) Ladies!
If that b**** up in the club then I wanna beat her up (2)
Punch that b**** out (4)
Stomp that n****, man (2)
Yeah, he's still talkin' s***, stomp that n****, man
Slap that b****, girl (2)
Yeah, she talkin' to yo man, slap that b****, girl