They Got Down - Intellectual

[Intro]

Ooh

Oh, we know

Oh [?]

[?] baby

Ooh, oh, so cold

Think I fell, think I fell for you, baby

[Chorus: Fat Ray & Bruiser Wolf]

They got down on you

(They got down on you like fuck you and your children)

They got down on you

(They got down on you like fuck you and your children)

They got down on you

(They got down on you, down on you)

They got down on you

(Uh, they got down on you like fuck you and your children)

They got down on you

Wanna lay up with my bitch and cake up

We break up and then we make up

I got my weight up, they got they hate up

They mad at me, I got the bag on me

I cannot change my ways

Yeah, I sold dope and some crack cocaine

And my block jump and my phone still bang

I shouldn't be trappin' but it's hard to maintain

But for real, connected to the streets

Connected to the streets like the front lawn in your driveway

I swear, I'd rather just chill

Be at the crib with my kids and pay the bills

It's better than what you niggas sellin' pills

It's better than what you niggas sittin' in a cell

But that don't make me better

'Cause we stretch cheddar like mozzarella

Remember, I'm on the block with the home team

We got it locked like the home screen

Can you picture me swerving?

I've been waiting for my day to come, just like a virgin

Mask on my face in case you sneeze

They got they knee on my neck and I can't breathe

But Donald Trump [?]

I'm a dope dealer, I voted for the white girl

The white girl