Get ’Em Rowdy - Intellectual

(Strange Voice)

LIVE!! From Evergreen Supermarket in the heart of the ghetto

It's the ghetto GAME SHOW!!!!

Where the audience helps prove wrong answers

AND, they just pick shit out of contestants

And they get real funky! Okay, okay, okay

Today we have three pit bull ass rappers competing

For a pound of weed, raid tickets, and a box of Optimo's

Here they are! Let's get this shit on the road!

Here's your forever loaded weed smokin' ass host

BUBBA BIG SACKS!!!!

(Kangol Slim)

Hello, hello, hello

And we're back live on Ghetto...

I'm your host, Bubba Big Sacks and we have today's guests

Tre-8, Kangol Slim, Mr. Cheefa

Today's question fellas

What do you do in the club when they're just not getting rowdy enough?

Hold on, hold on, Lil' E? Lil' E?

Chorus (Lil' E & Tre-8):

(Lil' E)

I get 'em rowdy, get rowdy

I get 'em rowdy, what?

(Tre-8)

I get 'em wild, they wild

They gettin' wild,wild, wild

(Lil' E)

I get 'em rowdy, get rowdy

I get 'em rowdy, what?

(Tre-8)

I get 'em wild, they wild

They gettin' wild,wild, wild

First Verse (Tre-8):

Me and my rounds we be bustin'

Bustas be runnin' and duckin'

Hoes they be cussin' and fussin'

Suckers ain't messin' with my posse

Opthimals we be bluntin'

You fools done started a lil' somethin'

Wootay that's nothin' to my rounds we came to tear the club down

T.L., sixteenth, fifteenth Terry town

Everybody that's my rounds, don't nobody mess around

We gone tear the club up like three-6 and them

We gone shut this bitch down for three weeks and shhh...,

Cuz we, came here, to represent

That whole fifteenth, to the Cris

Get blitzed, get blowed

Pimp hoes, they drove

Cuz I'm cold, now you know

Now they know, I'm on them trees

So you see it's me, the T-R-E

Sixteenth to the Fisher, that's all my killas

They all killas, get 'em rowdy

Chorus

Second Verse (Tre-8)

Where all my partners out there bustin' heads? Hanh?

Where all my ballers out there duckin' feds? What?

Where all them killas bout that drama faw? Hanh?

Where all my partners big timin' dog? Uh-wha-what?

Then that's my killas I be runnin' with

Gunnin' with, hustle somethin' with

Get on these hoes, now that's some pimpin' undercoverness

That other shh, bread and butter shh, playa undercover shh

I'ma bad, a bad, a bad mutha (records scratching)

The only rapper you know that can flow like this

The only rapper you know that get it cold in this

The only rapper you know that get it hot in this

The only rapper you know that make 'em drop in this

The only rapper you know that get it crowded in this

The only rapper you know that's really bout it in this

The only rapper you know that get 'em rowdy in this

Get 'em rowdy

Chorus

Third Verse (Kangol Slim)

When me and Tre hit the club

They just show beaucoup love

Because they know that we bout it and we straight get the club rowdy

We ain't bout slappin' we cappin'

You gotta girl we gone mash it

(scratching records) on the stage we gonna throw in a rage

Cuttin' people like fades because they know that we paid

We be keepin' they heads hurtin' for those seven days

Or we don't try to creep cuz the clique too deep

We got somethin' up in that trunk to put that ass to sleep

So if you really don't wanna get put deep in a coma

Best believe you gone be a goner

Bombed like Oklahoma

City me and my committee, you know we get busy

My people standin' behind me and you might just get dizzy

People askin' "Who is he?" Cuz you layin' up on the ground

(record scratching) with the West Bank clowns

Them Gert-Town hounds

Now you found up on the ground with your ass face down

Me and my niggas back in the club, bout to get it buck

Chorus

Fourth Verse (Mr. Cheefa):

You see me comin' and you know I got that fire

You take a puff and you know you be feelin' higher

It's Mr. Cheefa with the fire cess

On me you take a test and Smith & Wesson they will kill ya

My crew be live or you don't really want no problems

My people bout it, we don't think that you would want none

We all for ruckus, we buckin' on other suckers

You can get close, but just don't touch us

Unless you wanna get your ass done

Chillin' on the cut sippin' Cris all day

Smokin' opthimals, sippin' Tanqueray

Yes indeed, inhale, exhale come and get blowed, with me

Well if you wanna come and smoke, then you must be a fiend

Bring a dime over here, you have to see me

Yes indeed, inhale, exhale, come and get blowed, with me

T-R-E, won't you come and smoke with me?

Kangol Slim won't you come and smoke with me?

Lil' E, inhale, exhale, come and get blowed, with me

Down South, we rock the most

Smoke One, we rock the most

Yes indeed, inhale, exhale, come and get blowed, with me

Third Ward, Fourth Ward come and smoke with me

Uptown, Downtown come and smoke with me

East Coast, West Coast come and smoke with me

Uptown, Midwest come and smoke with me

Yes indeed, inhale, exhale, come and get blowed, with me