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Down For The Count Lyrics - All Day - Girl Talk

Oh, baby do you know what that's worth? 

Ow 

Oh, Heaven is a place on earth 

They say in Heaven, love comes first 

We'll make Heaven a place on Earth 

Oh, Heaven is a place on Earth 

 

We got em goin' down for the count 

Yes sir it's the beast from Decatur 

Cain't see enemies and the haters 

Real sharp on my thing like a razor 

Blade, come clean like a shape up 

So guess I got a game of tape up 

But e'rybody gonnaa feel the need to say sum'n 

But can't speak up whenever you face 'em 

Thats what I call microphone gangsters 

Yea I got 'em okie-doke, teah I'm raw you know my flow 

Cause B.O.B. be actin hard like a Viagra overdose 

Talkin that noise on all them songs 

A buncha lil' boys but you all look grown 

Those niggaz there and these niggaz here 

It really don't matta cause they all just clones 

Go to school, read a book, be a lawyer 

Hell yeah man I'm all for the cause 

Ain't tryin to get involved with the law sir 

But a nigga will get caught with the Mausberg 

And that just ain't a threat on the song 

Don't get it wrong cause this track is my own 

Cause niggaz that slip they don't last long 

We got em goin' down for the count, lookin' at the ground 

That's why we got haters, that's why we got haters 

Haters everywhere we go, haters everywhere we go 

Haters everywhere we go, where we go 

Haters goin' down for the count (ONE) lookin' at the ground (TWO) 

I think you're a hater, I think you're a hater 

Haters everywhere we go, haters everywhere we go 

Haters everywhere we go, where we go, haters goin down for the count 

 

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I got them diamonds on my neck 

Got patron in my cup 

If you want it come and get it 

Shawty I don't give a fuck 

See it's Friday night 

And I just got paid 

I done had a hard week 

Now its time to celebrate 

 

(x2) 

Shake shake that ass 

Rock rock them hips 

Shake shake that ass 

Damn, damn 

 

Damn, damn 

In the middle of our street 

 

Damn, damn 

In the middle of our- 

 

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Niggas on me because I'm fresh 

Applebottom jeans (.) 

He hatin' on my (.) 

I'm a show my ass 

I'm a (.) count my cash 

Niggas on me because I'm fresh 

(.) 

(.) 

(.) 

(.) 

(.) 

(.) 

(.) 

(.) 

(.) 

Everything gon' change 

(.) 

Bang bang bang bang 

 

(.) 

(.) 

(.) 

(.) 

I'm a pop my collar like no one's ever seen 

(.) 

 

Take a nigga, break a nigga 

Pop that pill 

Turn up the mic 

(.) 

 

I'm doin' this right 

I'm a take a nigga 

Break a nigga 

Take a nigga's life 

 

If messin with (.) 

You're fucking' with your life 

I'm doin' 

I'm doin' 

I'm doin' this right 

 

Shake shake that ass 

Rock rock them hips 

Shake shake that ass 

Damn, damn 

 

Oh, we goin' overseas with this baby, overseas! 

Oh, what, what you say, baby girl? 

I know you, and I know what you like to do. 

 

Yo, see all I do, drink my brew, get high too 

I get high too 

Yes I like, what you like, good lesbian, don't call her a dike. 

Nope! 

 

She just bounced, she comes over, left coast style, she ain't sober! 

She rolled over, (he'd get posered?), chip on her shoulder, (been done colder?) 

 

(Bad man good?), keep it hood, sell your soul (with a break in the wood?) 

She just bucked, keep in the club, ride the rub, ride the dub 

 

All I do is party, ha, ha, ha, ha 

All I do is party, ha, ha, ha, ha 

So bounce low, bounce low 

Bounce high, bounce high 

All I do is party, ha, ha, ha, ha 

 

This here's a jam for all the fellas 

Tryin to do what those ladies tell us 

Get shot down cause ya over-zealous 

Play hard to get females get jealous 

Okay smarty go to a party 

Girls are scantily clad and showin' body 

A chick walks by you wish you could sex her 

But you're standing on the wall like you was Poindexter 

Next days function, high class luncheon 

Food they're serving, you're stone-cold munchin' 

Music comes on people start to dance 

But then you ate so much you nearly split your pants 

A girl starts walking guys start gawking 

Sits down next to you and starts talking 

Says she wants to dance cause she likes to groove 

So come on fatso and just bust a move 

 

La la la 

La la la la la 

La la la 

La la la la la 

 

Just bust a move 

 

La la la 

La la la la la 

La la la 

La la la la la 

 

Just bust a move 

 

Give it to me, break a hip 

Like whoa 

Girl, shake your tail, shake your tail 

Give it to me, break a hip 

Like whoa 

 

You make me wanna say 

Oh oh oh oh oh 

Oh oh oh oh 

Oh oh oh oh oh 

Oh oh oh oh 

My god 

 

Ah hah, okay 

Ah hah, okay, whassup? Shut up! 

Ah hah, okay, whassup? Shut up! 

Ah hah, okay, whassup? Shut up! 

Ah hah, okay, whassup? Shut up! 

 

Get it, get it, get it girl 

Get it, get it, get it girl 

Ah hah, get it girl, okay, get it girl 

Get it, get it, get it girl 

Get it, get it, get it girl 

Ah hah, get it girl, okay, get it girl 

Get it girl 

Get it girl 

Get it girl 

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