Yasiin Bey - Got lyrics

Some cats really like to, you know
Profile and front
And then the jooks go down
All at once they like

Don't get me, don't get me
Don't g-g-g-g-g-get me
Don't get me, don't get me
Don't g-g-g-g-g-get me
Don't get me, don't get me
Don't g-g-g-g-g-get me
Don't get me, don't get me
Don't g-g-g-g-g-get me

You're out on the block hustling at the spot
GOT, this is how you get Got
At the gamblin' spot and your hand is mad hot
GOT, this is how you get Got
Out in Brooklyn late night flashing
All of your rocks
GOT, this is how you get Got
Some girl from pink house said
"I like you a lot"
GOT, this is how you get Got

This one goes to all them Big Will cats
With ice on they limbs and
Big rims on they Ac
You goin' around town with your system bump
And your windows cracked low
To profile and front
Now I like to have nice things just like you
But I'm from Brooklyn
Certain shit you just don't do
Like, high postin' when you far from home
Or like, high postin' when you all alone
Now, this would seem to be clear common sense
But cats be livin' off sheer confidence
Like "Fuck that
Picture them tellin' me run that"
But acting invincible, just ain't sensible
It's nineteen ninety now
And there's certain individuals
Swear they rollin' hard and
Get robbed on principle
5 star general, flashin' on your revenue
You takin' a ride on the Downstate medical
Like (whooooooo)
Colorful sparks, yellow and blue
A full on attack and it's happening to you
Wit' nothing you can do but bust
Back and cop a plea
But five of them and one of you
That equals Got to me

Don't get me, don't get me
Don't g-g-g-g-g-get me
Don't get me, don't get me
Don't g-g-g-g-g-get me
Don't get me, don't get me
Don't g-g-g-g-g-get me
Don't get me, don't get me
Don't g-g-g-g-g-get me

Come on ya'll now, let's be real
Some jokers got a rough
Time keepin' it concealed
I wonder what it mean
It's probably self-esteem
They fiendin to be seen
Get hemmed like Gabardines
Cats think it can't happen until
The gats start clappin
They comin' down the wire spittin
Fire like a dragon
Cause while the goods glisten
Certain eyes take position
To observe your trickin'
Then catch that ass slippin'
Like, come on now ock, what you expect?
Got a month's paycheck danglin' off your neck
And while you Cristal sippin'
They rubbin' up they mittens
With heat in mint condition
To start the getti-gettin'
They clique starts creepin'
Like Sandinista guerrillas
You screamin' playa haters
These niggas is playa killers
Mr fash-ion, that style never last long
The harder you flash
The harder you get flashed on
There's hunger in the street that
Is hard to defeat
Many steal for sport, but more steal to eat
Cat's heavy at the weigh-in
And he's playin' for keeps don't sleep
They'll roll up in your passengers seat
There is universal law, whether rich or poor
Some say life's a game, to more, life is war
So put them egos to the side
And get off them head trips
'Fore some cats pull out them
Heaters and make you headless

Don't get me, don't get me
Don't g-g-g-g-g-get me
Don't get me, don't get me
Don't g-g-g-g-g-get me
Don't get me, don't get me
Don't g-g-g-g-g-get me
Don't get me, don't get me
Don't g-g-g-g-g-get me