Cliff Notes

Get get get it

Get get get it

Bronson Statik Selektah

Get get get it

Get get get it

It's all the same

P***y rap dental d**n beaver trap

That thrill is gone I'm here to bring the fever back

To the streets pumping up the big whips

Torpedo rum the same ships

Two tongue grip brother moves on s**t

Better move on chick or else is all trick

Even in my zone

I spin the s**t to make you mother f**ker down sweat

Queen's red no pack but a cheese

Fat a*s f**king p***y until she's dead

Sway foot looking like an Indian

Cool straight form the Caribbean

Long jackets made from an amphibian

Money slid with my comedian

Break it down vision on the Dallas

Deeping in your parlors chilling with scholars

Get it

I am not illiterate

Not not

Not even a little bit

Straight up I make the music just for you

Nothing nothing like an idiot

Get it

I am not illiterate

Not not

Not even a little bit

Straight up I make the music just for you

Nothing nothing like an idiot

Call me John Bon popping out the Volvo

Retched on the leg dipping for the po po

Sissy you found a label as a loco

I'm sorry but I never used to

With the coco

Urban hippie muffle with the green thumbs

Seven grans a purple 'till my neck will leave my feet on them

Super b***h Portuguese sweet

Suck a d**k like an elephant

Three tones

My p***y whistle like my father the window

I'm lighting up the indoor

And when I go inside I think I might just play Nintendo

Call a Shwaty from my high and play with my

Ah just let me catch my little breath as she won't accept the kick

Cause your destiny is for

Me you see I spin like epileptic s**t

You fear me or you respect the kid

Get it

I am not illiterate

Not not

Not even a little bit

Straight up I make the music just for you

Nothing nothing like an idiot

Get it

I am not illiterate

Not not

Not even a little bit

Straight up I make the music just for you

Nothing nothing like an idiot

Mind like Watson flowing in the new

Van Dame Alligator

Spin kick to the d**k

Right up in the tea room

You don't want to rerun

Hard times d**g out the balloon

Beauty like a butterfly flying cocoon

Urban love and central village right by the lagoon

That's my grandfather add a little cream

Make the

Harder

Now you Shawty hold me tighter than the dance partner

Put a viper around my pants

So when the honey hit the tune I'll let her dance on it

Like a gypsy hookers in

Everybody is smoking fifties

Nine ninety eighty two that's my shoot

Reflect like high sun shining in the hot noon

Get it

I am not illiterate

Not not

Not even a little bit

Straight up I make the music just for you

Nothing nothing like an idiot