"Get Low (I Can't)" lyrics - LLOYD BANKS

LLOYD BANKS

"Get Low (I Can't)"

[Intro:]
Uhh, yeah
I like the way you do that shorty
C'mere, can you do somethin' for me?
I like the way you movin' girl
Show me how you do that girl
I like the way you do that shorty, uhh
C'mere, can you do somethin' for me?

[Chorus:]
I can't, stand here and watch her dance
She got me comin' out of my pants
And I don't wanna miss my chance
To jump on her, if I could
And get her out of here I would
I never seen a girl move that good
And there's somethin' tellin' me I should
Get low

I'm in the 2006, brand new wagon
Lookin' for a diva to handle the dragon
And even if there's two of 'em I move in and bag 'em
Make sure I'm strapped, keep the uz' and the magnum
Yeah the gun too, I'm talkin' 'bout the condom
They followin' me home with my dog right behind 'em
Have you ever seen a ass clapped on a stallion
Of a bad bitch, half black and Italian
I don't know if she likes me or my medallion
Think I give a fuck? I'm just tryin' to get a nut
I don't need a woman to build my self-esteem up
I'm fresh out the hood, fuck it it's all good
Ma you can use me, 'cause I'ma use you
For a menage-a-trois, you know the usual
And if you do me maybe I'll do you
A favor and walk you outside, right

Uh - nah I ain't never ate pussy before
But I'm close to the edge and she pushin' me lower
The body language done got a nigga stiff as a sword
So she can't be an angel, the bitch is a fraud
Head probably sent the nigga on a trip to the morgue
Pussy good enough to drive out to Michigan for it
As soon as I hit the door she's squeezin' my arm
Hoppin' all on a nigga like I'm filet mignon
It might take a couple rounds to make me get her calm
But when she does go to sleep she gon' need an alarm
'Cause I'm gone - she wanna be with a Don
But I'm stuck when some woman care about me when it's on
Ain't nuttin' wrong, with a little bumpin' and grindin'
Especially if if they got somethin' behind 'em
I'm high as hell, be so drunk when I climb in
High on the friction that I'm in

Shorty looks like she's datin' a fashion designer
Damn - um she musta got her back from her momma
You know me, somewhere in the back with the llama
Keeps my niggas cats with the drama
I'ma, get a little close to her, ma looks so sweet
She remind me a lot of a broad named Monique
But a bird nigga try to holla they won't speak
You be writin' the phone number down they won't keep
Let me get her, I haven't burned the haze all week
Givin' me wop to the music that blaze on beat
Yeah, I'm so street, I'm so cheap, I'm so fly
But you already know that I
Done been all around the world, they don't know that guy
But little man wanna talk too, I close that eye
He just mad he ain't got the kinda clothes I buy
Or ride in the U4 I drive