Artist: Snow Tha Product f/ Ohana Bam Album: Half Way There...Pt. 1 Song: Get Down Low Typed by: Nickolye16@aol.com [Intro: Ohana Bam] Uh, look [Chorus: Ohana Bam] Get down, get down low Uh, you know how that go You gon' drop it to the flo' Uh, but, you know how that go Uh, uh, get down, get down low Get down low, all the way to the floor Get down low, all the way to the floor Get down low, all the way to the floor Get down low, get down low - get down, get down low Said get down low, all the way to the floor Get down low, all the way to the floor Get down low, all the way to the floor Get down low - get down, get down low [Snow Tha Product] Look, sup bitch? Sup hoe? Good game, cut throat Shorty say that she love thugs, oh She better say no names if she got cuffs on Lately I just do it for the fuck of it Eyeliner's so sharp that it'll cut a bitch If it's Henny then of course I'll take a cup of it Good luck gettin me to give a fuck again In out and in out of state I've been eatin good, never been out of shape But I've been out and sent out some bitches with weight Better get out the pen now and print outs the pay I be in out and in out and in out of planes I don't trip out but trip out to get out of lane Bitches hatin on me, better sit down and wait Better get down cause this round gon' hit y'all and SPRAY! Bitch, get back 'fore I blocka You a bad bitch, I'm a bad muh'fucker Tell the valet bring the keys, bring the truck up When you talk to me you better stand up and look up Woo! Hoe get back cause I'm back now Top producers bring these A1 tracks out We about to make these motherfuckers black out Mamacita make and bake and makin cash now Get down low! [Chorus] [Snow Tha Product] Look, Snowy oh I spit that hot fire If you ain't heard you got a cross wire You ain't been on no shit that's not hard You ain't gettin no cake sweetheart, that's Pop-Tart You don't got it down like moi When I spit bars, leave 'em all in awe 5-foot tall but the aura large and in charge I'm a boss, leave your broad like, "God!" Little mamacita got a lot of grip They be noticin I talk about economy Have you seen the Mexicana with the dollars in? I get the cheese, I ain't lactose intolerant So follow me when I get out bags and get out masks and uh Get out gats and get that cash and run Hit that gas and hit that armored truck Just sit back and flip that in a month Like woo! Ain't I tell y'all I'm here? Ain't I tell y'all I'm runnin up and bustin on 'em? Ain't I say this my year? Ain't I tell y'all I'm comin up and stuntin on 'em? Cause I've been on the phone closin deals I've been talkin 'bout how we gon' flip and we gon' spend it Uh, I don't care if I'ma go legit or if I'ma come in ski mask, bitch I'ma get it Look, get down low! [Chorus]