Get Out There

By The Jacka

On The Jack Artist

Released on March 15, 2005

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[Chorus: Cait La Dee & The Jacka]

Gir— girly, gone get out there

Show 'em everything, 'cause you don't care

Must be a supermodel, you everywhere

Them your friends, does he call you very rare

Playboy just get on out there

Show 'em everything 'cuz you don't care

Must be a superstar you're everywhere

Superfly standing out, you're very rare


[Verse 1: The Jacka]

I'm, on the dancefloor with her

She did everything to me

I'm the flyboy with the tree

In the club when the lights get dim, that's me

Means you smell

RobLo steady turnin' up the 'Bel

Well but it's trill when I'm turnin' up the smoke

You know? (Yeah)

[Chorus: Cait La Dee & The Jacka]

Gir— girly, gone get out there

Show 'em everything, 'cause you don't care

Must be a supermodel, you everywhere

Them your friends, does he call you very rare

Playboy just get on out there

Show 'em everything 'cuz you don't care

Must be a superstar you're everywhere

Superfly standing out, you're very rare


[Verse 2: RobLo]

I'm, in the VIP with her

I know she love it when she touch my fur

And I'm so smooth I know it hurts

At the bar with the G's not the jerks

With the Tee's, jeans in my crease

With the thousands ice in the mouth

With the platinum ounce and after the club

Push the engines to the house with it, nationwide

[Chorus: Cait La Dee & The Jacka]

Gir— girly, gone get out there

Show 'em everything 'cause you don't care

Must be a supermodel, you everywhere

Them your friends, does he call you very rare

Playboy just get on out there

Show 'em everything 'cuz you don't care

Must be a superstar you're everywhere

Superfly standing out, you're very rare


[Verse 3: The Jacka]

Out the H2 driving like I'm in a hurry

Off the 'Hypno ice ice light blurry

Got the back driver seat chicks like worried

Get the sweets out the armrest with some blueberry

Relax your mind let your conscience be free

You're now listing to the sounds of the J-A-C

20 rounds under my shirt, nobody knows

Struck a pose with my d-boy stance, the girls froze though

They love your boy 'cause I come from the Yay

A-R-E-A, yeah boy, that's where I'm from

Never sold a million records, but my time will come

Gir— girly in my whip, and she kinda dumb

[Chorus: Cait La Dee & The Jacka]

Gir— girly, gone get out there

Show 'em everything 'cause you don't care

Must be a supermodel, you everywhere

Them your friends, does he call you very rare

Playboy just get on out there

Show 'em everything 'cuz you don't care

Must be a superstar you're everywhere

Superfly standing out, you're very rare