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Put It Down Lyrics

I got it, come on n****

Oh, Oh
Yeah, yo
Yeah, get n****
Redman got fire n****
Shots are in your hood when I'm high n****
Shots of Cuervo f*****' up my liver
Shots from the camera's on my n*****
Girlfriend drunk, so I'll jump around wit her
I step inside, you're quiet like a mime n****
My watch do more things than James Bond n****
I'm gonna do it now, I ain't dyin' tryin' n****
(Put it down, put it down, put it down girl)
You better grind, 'cause you ain't spending mine girl
When Timbaland plan and I'll do the ground work
Whether you in Tims, Air Force, or Converse

Let me see the high n***** on the left side
And whole m****f****s smokin' on the right side
You sayin' "f*** Gillahouse" n**** likewise
This is how I walk up on your hoe, hey
Put it down

[Chorus:]
Put it down, put it down, put it down
(We gots to get down, n***** you gots to get down)
Put it down, put it down, put it down
(b****** you gots to get down, show you how we put it down)
(Get n****)
Put it down, put it down, put it down
(We gots to get down, n***** you gots to get down)
Put it down, put it down, put it down
(b****** you gots to get down, show you how we put it down)
Who am I n****?
That dude who arrive n****
With a blueprint to all your supply n****
Fifteen percent tint on the fire n****
Sometimes I don't know what's inside n****
Let me show you how bricks get it live n****
The Time Warner's of the block, showtime n****
I hit a chick, kick her out, I ain't dialin' her
A gold digger I can see the green mile in her
(Put it down, put it down put it down fool)
The flashy ones get robbed in the bathroom
"Yo get up, yo it's jewelry, it's costume" (Hahaha)
Rollin' like drunk cowboys at high noon

Let me see the high n***** on the east side
And whole n***** get high on the west side
A punk n**** outta line, he get checked like
I roll up on his hoe and say, hey
Put it down

[Chorus]
Look in my eyes n****
You see a great ball of fire n****
My trail is blazin', that's right, I'm high n****
A hard hip hop hitman for hire n****
My rims are so big, I f***** my alignment up
Grown as hell, I don't throw signs n****
I continue to Flipmode's like Rah Digga
Barbershop talk, come get you a line n****
It's permanent press steam on the iron n****
(Put it down, put it down, put it down girl)
Wherever you pop s*** you get found there
b**** you hot, little tacky with the horse hair
Gillahouse, it's your year and it's on baby

Where them high m****f****s on the left side
I know there's drunk m****f****s on the right side
You sayin' "f*** Redman" n**** likewise
This is how I talkin' to your hoe, hey
Put it down

[Chorus]

Gillahouse, Gilla
Gotti Click
Yo Brick City, you know what it is
Holla at 'cha f*****' boy

Bring 'em back, Bring 'em
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