Timbaland, The Game - Get Familiar lyrics
[Timbaland, The Game - Get Familiar lyrics]
We keep it hot like Miami
Raise the motherfucker roof in here
We burn it up like Cali
And we shinning like some chandeliers
Hey, and get familiar, my house, get
Familiar, my car, get familiar
My watch
Get familiar, my bro, get familiar
My house, get familiar
My car
Get familiar, my name, get familiar now
See Timb, match the black on
Black, white phantom, white dogs
That's crack on crack
I got a plan make you rain ten
Stacks, for the whole patron bottle
Where the sheep through back
I got the niggers jumping
(I got the bitches moving)
I got the black Thompson
(I seen the baby do it)
I keep a 45 up in my rollies in the sky
Cause I be on a load, except for when I fly
I'm always drinking son, riding around toys
And I stay blazing like Brandon Roy
I make it rain boy like I'm Lil Wayne boy
And Timbaland my flamethrower so
Who want it with Game? (Who want it with me?)
Who want it with them?
(Who wanted this beat?)
I got a Bently, I gotta fixate
I got a Rolls phantom they
Walk like a great thing
Some niggas take shorts, so I gotta bust back
You know how this shit goes
So nigga walk back
I gotta wolfpack
And they off criss
So nigga don't start and it won't be said
They done gettin' poppin', I gotta stay it
Love, I got a poppin' taste
I got it poppin' hoes
I got the sickest chain on me
And you can see it glow
I'm hitting mothers and
Daughters between those
(Man homie) you stepped on my Air Force ones
(No takers likely) , is that your chick?
(Hey baby)
We gonna take a shot of this patron
(I heard your mic is like
Me) The unit she fighting
She popping one every one
I don't want her in the fam
She can follow me home
I don't hear no talking baby
I'm off on this patron
I'mma bring her back down from
Whatever planet she's on
Timbaland gave me mad props
Get more head then laptops
You niggas said you bought it
But I don't see a mascot
My Lambo's got stash spots
So don't make the dash prop
You all wanting but fuck what you saying
Raise the motherfucker roof in here
We burn it up like Cali
And we shinning like some chandeliers
Hey, and get familiar, my house, get
Familiar, my car, get familiar
My watch
Get familiar, my bro, get familiar
My house, get familiar
My car
Get familiar, my name, get familiar now
See Timb, match the black on
Black, white phantom, white dogs
That's crack on crack
I got a plan make you rain ten
Stacks, for the whole patron bottle
Where the sheep through back
I got the niggers jumping
(I got the bitches moving)
I got the black Thompson
(I seen the baby do it)
I keep a 45 up in my rollies in the sky
Cause I be on a load, except for when I fly
I'm always drinking son, riding around toys
And I stay blazing like Brandon Roy
I make it rain boy like I'm Lil Wayne boy
And Timbaland my flamethrower so
Who want it with Game? (Who want it with me?)
Who want it with them?
(Who wanted this beat?)
I got a Bently, I gotta fixate
I got a Rolls phantom they
Walk like a great thing
Some niggas take shorts, so I gotta bust back
You know how this shit goes
So nigga walk back
I gotta wolfpack
And they off criss
So nigga don't start and it won't be said
They done gettin' poppin', I gotta stay it
Love, I got a poppin' taste
I got it poppin' hoes
I got the sickest chain on me
And you can see it glow
I'm hitting mothers and
Daughters between those
(Man homie) you stepped on my Air Force ones
(No takers likely) , is that your chick?
(Hey baby)
We gonna take a shot of this patron
(I heard your mic is like
Me) The unit she fighting
She popping one every one
I don't want her in the fam
She can follow me home
I don't hear no talking baby
I'm off on this patron
I'mma bring her back down from
Whatever planet she's on
Timbaland gave me mad props
Get more head then laptops
You niggas said you bought it
But I don't see a mascot
My Lambo's got stash spots
So don't make the dash prop
You all wanting but fuck what you saying