Artist: T.I. f/ B.o.B Album: We Don't Get Down Like Y'all 12" Song: We Don't Get Down Like Y'all Typed by: Nickolye16@aol.com [Intro: B.o.B] We don't get down like y'all No no no-no no n-n-n-no-no, no no n-no n-no-no No no no-no no n-n-n-no-no We don't get down like y'all Sucka nigga, we don't get down like y'all [T.I.] Hey, it's been a lot of back and forth over this and that So I don't pick the vocal no more, I just give the facts Listen pimpin, let me tell you what the business is Y'all and us, I'ma tell you what the difference is See we old school, you just old news We used to move blow, and you just blow dude See we the talk of the town, me and my whole crew You run around town gossip like the hoes do See you name drop when nobody knows you We get them lames out our section like we 'posed to My crew we cop the Bentley, Brooklyn and the Rolls too You give her roses, I'm the one she bring the rose to So you, say you shinin well I guess I'm shinin more So high up I'm soarin, 30 and I'm like a dinosaur Carnivore, meat eater, G's they respect Me to you like comparin a vet to a cadet, nigga [Chorus: B.o.B] We don't get down like y'all I ball, I do, you talk I'm real, you flawed Pussy nigga, we don't get down like y'all Sucka nigga, we don't get down like y'all [T.I.] Don't call it a comeback, again right, bein from the Fed pen' Pull up on them suckers, pop the trunk and tell 'em get in Heh, thought I lost a step, well guess again Back to ballin, gettin bread, bring the checks in Yeah, like we did on my last case I show you how to make a blessing out a bad break Ay, let me set you niggaz ass straight Hoes want they clothes back, listen up fag bait Them hot pants bad for your prostate Lime green, hot pink or drag queen, hot date At stores askin for the same size the bitches buy They say it's hip but where I'm from we call it sissyfied [Chorus] [T.I.] Ay, before us there were none, after us no more there'll ever be This the greatest show on Earth you'll ever see I still it for my niggaz in the streets, get into it Blowin money like my nigga Big Meech just to do it Say we blowin money fast, big ol' money bag Three, fo' hundred cash just to make them suckers mad Back in the saddle, the winner of every battle Been the best since I was rappin in the rattle, word travel As you, comment on the rumors or what have you Beware dude, prayer can't prepare you, how dare you disrespect my presence? Peasants I will tear you a new one, I poop on your egos and move on Rolls Royce, back seat, no Grey Poupon A true don, three-piece posh lil' suit on Peons, see it ain't no neon in my new Ones Hear the truth on every song I spew on Blaow~! Hah! [Chorus] [Outro: B.o.B] No no no-no no n-n-n-no-no, no no n-no n-no-no No no no-no no n-n-n-no-no We don't get down like y'all Sucka nigga, we don't get down like y'all [T.I.] Pussy nigga! {*laughing echoes*}