Let's Get It On Lyrics - Heavy D

[Verse 1: Heavy D] 

Yeah, this is, uh, super funk you know what I'm sayin' 

This is for all the players and playettes wherever you at you dig 

I'm talkin' about from this side to that side 

East side, west side, your side, my side 

It's all about being funky. man 

Ayo, give me that microphone 

It's Heavy D the baritone and I'm home alone, dig it 

And I'm always stayin' freshly dipped on 1-2-5th 

Where the dogs bark and the dreadlock be sparkin' spliff 

Okay, okay, okay, okay, it's Heavy D again 

Hallelujah, I'm on your TV screen again 

You see me on your MTV and on your BET 

And on your local focal point video show 

Nigga, this how it flow so fly like an eagle 

No sequels, no weed, but I get love from all the thugs 

Cause they still my people 

I'm dynamic punks panic when they see me 

They get all shook up when my mic's hooked up 

Let's get it on 

[Hook (x2)] 

Untouchables at your door 

(Let's get it on) 

All you whack rappers hit the floor 

[Verse 2: 2Pac] 

How should I plead, forever thuggin' on a quest to get G's 

Runnin' from enemies ever since the days of a seed 

I'm under pressure the stress will have me drinkin' 

Thinkin' niggas after me, much too paranoid to blink 

Wonder why the police don't wanna see me stackin' G's 

They after a playa but I won't let 'em capture me 

I gotta thank the lord for the weed and the nicotine 

I can't sleep, close my eyes, I see wicked things 

I keep my pistol by my bedside one in the chamber 

Preoccupied with homocide my life's in danger 

Rollin' down the 405, beware of stangers 

Hand on my 4-5 that's what the fame does 

I'm probably wrong but I'll never know it til I'm gone 

From out the ghetto where the jealous motherfuckers roam 

Pass the weed let that Hennessey get to me 

Before the penitentiary 

Let's get it on 

[Hook (x2)] 

[Verse 3: Grand Puba] 

I thought you knew I stay true to this rhyme thing I do 

I have all the honeys saying, "Go Pu'!" 

I flip a style from the projects building 70 apartment 6C 

I turn food stamps to green stamps rough power amps 

And sold weed under corner lamps but now I'm just microphone talkin 

So when you see my ass have my cash or just keep walking 

Niggas got more game than Genesis 

Seen a movie in L.A. now everybody wanna C 

But them youth don't trouble we 

Because they fall victim to what they see hey! 

I keeps it +Reel to Reel+ like my last album title song 

But I understand it takes a year for niggas to catch on 

(hit em in the head dog) So let's get it on! yea 

Split the dutches fill it with the skunk we about to 

Get wicked in the joint uh Notorious is glorious 

[Verse 4: Notorious B.I.G.] 

(*cough, cough*) 

Niggas, now who's the mind blower, the weed grower 

Have you seen doubles like Noah, the rhyme flower 

B.I.G. top notch with the Glock check your pockets 

And your sockets it's just the way my pops taught me 

When you throw the drop check 'em throughly 

The bastard might spin around and try to bury me 

And dead niggas don't make no moves 

When I'm slingin' in the hood I don't fake no moves aight 

Reminiscin on my swinger days 

When I drove a Caddy and my bitch sported finger waves 

Yea she had the Gucci roots I had Sarducci suits 

Oshkosh-begosh Coca-Cola lookin real cute 

Junior M.A.F.I.A. representin Bucktown 

Mac-11 cocked back niggas better duck down 

Face down you know the routine the cream 

Earrings you know the drama Biggie bring 

Let's get it on