Swinging boxes and boxing, pedestrians gather round, stop the crossing I'm finna hand out a horse and personally, when the first person flossing No phone, I f*cking near cancelled it, I don't know why I even bother with the answer It laying on a tab, getting pissed in the back When a football split and a fifth full of cognac Siam and the bon -mack, hit the gun track This hero fell and smelled like a bronzac I'm a gon' setter, I'm a gon' setter I'm a gon' setter, I'm a gon' setter Eventually, if you question me, you shoulda know better Eyes wide shut, where am I at?
Woke up face flat in the back and patch back Pup on the roof, grey goose with juice My shoe turned blue, another tooth is loose I'm just trying to collect my thoughts while my pants are torn Like the land of the lost, was it the bouncers I bought?
Other counters I crossed Tau with the amount, tell me what it all cost I'm a gon' setter, I'm a trend setter Shopping instruction, be next, what a wearer Time -sharer, no margin for error Catching a shot like Steve Largin on a terror I'm an answer, my chance of a dancing I'm a stand in the hands of the planning For me to be the man with a van and a family I'd rather be tanning on some sand in Miami I'm a gon' setter, I'm a gon' setter Don't question me or adventure me, you're gonna know better I'm a gon' get up, I'm a gon' setter Eventually, if you question me, you should've known better It shouldn't know better Go cook your mom back, get on that A beat down game like Aborigines and Wombats Who really want the loins back?
Who's hitting on the manfield, just swinging with a boy bat? Better catch with a met, you'll destroy that I call me one to avoid, I devoid tracks Bamp on the Big Ten Champ And your tongue's gonna feel like you're like Ten Stamps Man alive, some livers been tampered with I'm on that boss man crossfade manuscript Panhandle, gray, damn scandal next From the rampage mandate and we pissed I'm on a real carefree type lover Not the con can't sleep, me certain type covers Am I right, brother?
You in my dangle bitch, no grace like a bitch for my single S I'm a gon' get up, I'm a gon' get up I'm a gon' set up, I'm a gon' set up Don't question me or eventually you're gonna know better It shouldn't know better Do it, go get up, I'm a gon' get up
Federal Moguls - Go Getta Lyrics
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Swinging boxes and boxing, pedestrians gather round, stop the crossing I'm finna hand out a horse and personally, when the first person flossing No phone, I f*cking near cancelled it, I don't know why I even bother with the answer It laying on a tab, getting pissed in the back When a football split and a fifth full of cognac Siam and the bon -mack, hit the gun track This hero fell and smelled like a bronzac I'm a gon' setter, I'm a gon' setter I'm a gon' setter, I'm a gon' setter Eventually, if you question me, you shoulda know better Eyes wide shut, where am I at?
Woke up face flat in the back and patch back Pup on the roof, grey goose with juice My shoe turned blue, another tooth is loose I'm just trying to collect my thoughts while my pants are torn Like the land of the lost, was it the bouncers I bought?
Other counters I crossed Tau with the amount, tell me what it all cost I'm a gon' setter, I'm a trend setter Shopping instruction, be next, what a wearer Time -sharer, no margin for error Catching a shot like Steve Largin on a terror I'm an answer, my chance of a dancing I'm a stand in the hands of the planning For me to be the man with a van and a family I'd rather be tanning on some sand in Miami I'm a gon' setter, I'm a gon' setter Don't question me or adventure me, you're gonna know better I'm a gon' get up, I'm a gon' setter Eventually, if you question me, you should've known better It shouldn't know better Go cook your mom back, get on that A beat down game like Aborigines and Wombats Who really want the loins back?
Who's hitting on the manfield, just swinging with a boy bat? Better catch with a met, you'll destroy that I call me one to avoid, I devoid tracks Bamp on the Big Ten Champ And your tongue's gonna feel like you're like Ten Stamps Man alive, some livers been tampered with I'm on that boss man crossfade manuscript Panhandle, gray, damn scandal next From the rampage mandate and we pissed I'm on a real carefree type lover Not the con can't sleep, me certain type covers Am I right, brother?
You in my dangle bitch, no grace like a bitch for my single S I'm a gon' get up, I'm a gon' get up I'm a gon' set up, I'm a gon' set up Don't question me or eventually you're gonna know better It shouldn't know better Do it, go get up, I'm a gon' get up
Woke up face flat in the back and patch back Pup on the roof, grey goose with juice My shoe turned blue, another tooth is loose I'm just trying to collect my thoughts while my pants are torn Like the land of the lost, was it the bouncers I bought?
Other counters I crossed Tau with the amount, tell me what it all cost I'm a gon' setter, I'm a trend setter Shopping instruction, be next, what a wearer Time -sharer, no margin for error Catching a shot like Steve Largin on a terror I'm an answer, my chance of a dancing I'm a stand in the hands of the planning For me to be the man with a van and a family I'd rather be tanning on some sand in Miami I'm a gon' setter, I'm a gon' setter Don't question me or adventure me, you're gonna know better I'm a gon' get up, I'm a gon' setter Eventually, if you question me, you should've known better It shouldn't know better Go cook your mom back, get on that A beat down game like Aborigines and Wombats Who really want the loins back?
Who's hitting on the manfield, just swinging with a boy bat? Better catch with a met, you'll destroy that I call me one to avoid, I devoid tracks Bamp on the Big Ten Champ And your tongue's gonna feel like you're like Ten Stamps Man alive, some livers been tampered with I'm on that boss man crossfade manuscript Panhandle, gray, damn scandal next From the rampage mandate and we pissed I'm on a real carefree type lover Not the con can't sleep, me certain type covers Am I right, brother?
You in my dangle bitch, no grace like a bitch for my single S I'm a gon' get up, I'm a gon' get up I'm a gon' set up, I'm a gon' set up Don't question me or eventually you're gonna know better It shouldn't know better Do it, go get up, I'm a gon' get up
Writer: Robert Kelly, Johnny Jackson, Andrew Harr, Jay Jenkins, Kevin Cossom, Tanya Jones, Allan Felder, Norman Harris, Jermaine Jackson
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Reservoir Media Management, Inc., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Reservoir Media Management, Inc., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Performed By: Federal Moguls
Language: English
Written by: Robert Kelly, Johnny Jackson, Andrew Harr, Jay Jenkins, Kevin Cossom, Tanya Jones, Allan Felder, Norman Harris, Jermaine Jackson