Let's Get Down - Tony! Toni! Toné!, DJ Quik

Yes

Tony!

Toni!

Toné!

And DJ Quik

You didn’t think we could flip it on yo ass, huh?

Something for the dance floor

In a real way

It’s going down like this forever

In a day

Now what you hear is not a drag

'Cause Mr. DJ Quik got a brand new bag

But first I gotta bang bang

A boogie for the boogie

To the rhythm of the ghettoey streets

Check it out now

You trying to give me some Eight Ball

But no way

I’d rather have a Mimosa with Cristal and O.J., yeah

Just a little something bubbly and tingly

To have me walking around naked

But wait a second

The function’s on

Around midnight

What time is it?

Are you inside?

Available

To come and play

Give me a clue

So I don’t have to

Look for you

Come on, let’s get down, let’s get down, let’s get down

Come on, let’s get down

In my black Chevrolet

Come on, let’s get down, let’s get down, let’s get down

Come on, let’s get down, let’s get down

Yeah, now we don’t need a club

We can do it at my house

My front door’s open so homies can bust it out

And ladies if you’re coming leave your children at the nursery

So you can Slow Wine to Anniversary

Feel me

I dip, dip by

So don’t be looking stupid when I unfasten your bra

You know you want to mack this

Because I come stronger than the IRS

Whenever you done got delinquent on your taxes

Now here I am

Staring at you

I need a drink

You need one too (you need one too)

Who is your friend

She don’t look nice (no, no, no)

But I know she will

Later on tonight

Come on, let’s get down

Come on, let’s get down, let’s get down, let’s get down

Come on, let’s get down

In my black Chevrolet

Come on, let’s get down, let’s get down, let’s get down

Come on, let’s get down, let’s get down

Ha, ha

Now I’m at the club

And I’m off that drug

The one they call alcohol got me acting y’all

I hump two freaks before I hump two more

And now I’m throwing up my guts out the car door

Over-consumption, you know how it is y’all

Got your homey beggin' for some Pepto Bismol

But when my stomach’s right I’ll be back tonight

To get that lady I was grinding on the wall

Feel me

Now that I feel

Now that I feel a little better than I felt a little while ago, yeah

I’m going back to the same spot

Where I met you on the floor

Now table one, that’s my folks

And table two, that’s my folks

And everybody knows my name (What's up, Saddiq?)

Now table three, that’s B. Grund

And table four that’s G-One

You best be prepared

'Cause it’s on again, you know

Come on, let’s get down, let’s get down, let’s get down

Come on, let’s get down, let’s get down, let’s get down

Come on, let’s get down, let’s get down, let’s get down

Come on, let’s get down, let’s get down, let’s get down

In my black Chevrolet

I gotta get my groove on (keep movin' and groovin', movin' and groovin')

I gotta get my groove on (keep shakin' that ass, shakin' that ass)

I gotta get my groove on (keep movin' and groovin', movin' and groovin')

I gotta get get my groove on (keep shakin' that ass, shakin' that ass)

I’m groovin' (say what?)

Movin' (yeah)

Yeah

Come on, let’s get down, let’s get down, let’s get down

Come on, let’s get down

In my black Chevrolet (down, down, down)

Come on, let’s get down, let’s get down, let’s get down

Come on, let’s get down

In my black Chevrolet (down, down, down)