Count It Off - Album Version (Explicit)

Soul sisters (Yeah)

We been going for the okey dokey (Yeah)

The boys don’t think we can get down

Get down, get down, get down

Get down, get down, get down

Soul sisters (Yeah)

We been going for the okey dokey (Yeah)

The boys don’t think we can get down

Get down, get down, get down

Get down, get down

You best come on, get that ** swung on

When dem thags load on, nig-gas best hold on

Make sure it's stick so Ricky ain't droppin' Mickeys

My ** puts on them quickies, and skirts gets the itchy

Pimpin' this game quickly, and brody and ** quit me

For cat that talk iffy, get swung on like K

Griffey

They spit willie, though half of the ** feel me

The other half is trashed, cuz words could never kill me

I got this thick, it's ridiculous how I switch **

Look who I'm with, 215 and Timbaland, **

Whether it's friend or foe, Heiniken, Verde, Cris or Moe

I'm stackin' decimals, stoops, steps and best of yous

I write mine, like mine, now I gotta spark

All bite, no bark, play my damn part

I get inside you, show you how Philly ** do

Pimp you, then I'll get rid of you, I'll ** on your whole crew

Now let me count it off, now let me count it off

Now let me count it off, now let me count it off

Hey you, blow your whistle, now let me count it off

Now let me count it off, now let me count it off

Hey you, blow your whistle, now let me count it off

Now let me count it off, now let me count it off

Hey you, blow your whistle, now let me count it off

Now let me count it off, now let me count it off

I know it's rare, but ** they feel me everywhere

I'm from the land of white tees, Vickie's and Roca-Wear

NY guys spit at cats, do-rags

Pop it in turn it up, bang my ** in they Jags

I got dem ** in LA crip walkin' in the truck

Atlanta, down south bamma's, you know they get it crunk

Now I'ma float on, roll me somethin' to smoke on

You hope I go away, continue to get your hope on

Rap game, regardless I stack change

The same affect as the game

Ms

Jade is tha mutha-f-in' name

I got a L-O-C-K down the freeway, BK back up to Philly

Won't stop 'til they kill me

I get it done, rap chicks see me and run

Only mixin' ** with the rum

Ain't scared, ** be bums

You wanna see me, beats ** up ya hooptie

Suburbans, Benz or the two seats

Major numbers the first week

Now let me count it off, now let me count it off

Now let me count it off, now let me count it off

Hey you, blow your whistle, now let me count it off

Now let me count it off, now let me count it off

(Uh, come on with it, get down with it)

Hey you, blow your whistle, now let me count it off

Now let me count it off, now let me count it off

(Uh, come on with it, get down with it)

Hey you, blow your whistle, now let me count it off

Now let me count it off, now let me count it off

Yeah, it’s young Vito, voice of the young people

Roc C-E-O, hot piss for the P-O

I’m so trill, the wood pandlin’, handlin’ meals

Twenty inch jumpers from standin’ on my wheels

They can’t understand it, god damnit, he’s ill

Everytime I drive, gotta prescribe ‘em for panic pills

I’m gigantic, the Titanic would never sink

Even with the band playin’, before that happend, that man sprayin’ (Buck!)

AR fifteens, Glocks and tecs

AK’s will pop, I bring ya all out the closet, girls

** is homos really, but when they smokin’ on purple

They get loco, but you know I know the drilly

It’s for these positions, that's why I keep the biscuits

You ain’t Tony Sopranno, you **, sleep with the fishes

You know I’m reppin’ from that 7-1-8

Shots to you f-in’ son, class over, lesson’s done

Hov’!

Now let me count it off, now let me count it off

Now let me count it off, now let me count it off

Hey you, blow your whistle, now let me count it off

Now let me count it off, now let me count it off

Hey you, blow your whistle, now let me count it off

Now let me count it off, now let me count it off

Hey you, blow your whistle, now let me count it off

Now let me count it off, now let me count it off

Soul sisters (Yeah)

We been going for the okey dokey (Yeah)

The boys don’t think we can get down

Get down, get down, get down

Get down, get down, get down

Soul sisters (Yeah)

We been going for the okey dokey (Yeah)

The boys don’t think we can get down

Get down, get down, get down

Get down, get down, get down