Lyrical Breakdown of take it off part 2[meka] - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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Yeah, come fuck with us Yeah, see y'all know what to do to this shit Yeah, haha, streets We 'bout to do it again, we 'bout to do it again We 'bout to do it again, niggas I hope y'all ready Check it, check it, come on, woo Check out the technique (Come on) Spit flow and bag up the next freak soldier With a clique of hoes that live on the next street over, player Then do this shit again next week, gettin' this paper Bad chicks up in the next Jeep Probably listen closer if you let the check speak I keeps fire 'cause niggas respect heat I spit fire then cop up the best beats I said I blow the spot from here way down to South Beach, major Globalize then blow down to Southeast Asia, check it Banana yellow G-Wagon for the hoes saggin' Silver fox mink draggin' on the floor, watch it You really need to stop Just cop the wild blueberry Lamborghini drop, come on Stay struttin' with a mini bop Niggas know when we step in the place, the whole city stop Better tell 'em if they ain't on, put 'em on, shorty We know how you be doin' it, baby (How we be doin' it, baby) We know how you be takin' it off (See how we take it from 'em) We know how you be killin' 'em, baby (How we killin' 'em, come on) We know that you be ready to ball (You know we ready to do it) We know how you be drivin' 'em crazy (Make 'em crazy now, come on) We know that you be breakin' 'em off You know we breakin' 'em off, let's go) So come and put it down for me, baby (Put it down now) And make it hot until they take it off (Huh) This is a shake down (Come on) Weakin' your whole shit until it break down (Uh-huh) Speak to the whole clique until we take down dudes Put they YouTube on, we'll make them put they cake down, dude (Dude) Straight down food (Food) Niggas stay hungry 'til the shit is over Spit and make the tape sound rude Niggas get screwed, see they ain't really worth not a thing But only gettin' on the stage to get booed Kennedy Loft hoes smackin' at the top of the Trump Towers Rockin' fly Versace terrycloth robes (Robes) Like Ghostface the most, ready just for the glow Showcase the most, a nigga sure to blow No waste of time, you know we sure to grow I'm sayin' no place to mind is for them corny hoes, come on With all this paper and the shit we coppin' We keepin' it gully, you know we always keep it poppin' Better tell 'em if they ain't on, put 'em on, shorty We know how you be doin' it, baby (How we be doin' it, baby) We know how you be takin' it off (See how we take it from 'em) We know how you be killin' 'em, baby (How we killin' 'em, come on) We know that you be ready to ball (You know we ready to do it) We know how you be drivin' 'em crazy (Make 'em crazy now, come on) We know that you be breakin' 'em off You know we breakin' 'em off, let's go) So come and put it down for me, baby (Put it down now) And make it hot until they take it off (Huh) Get that money, come fuck with us Hands in the sky, keep on livin' Do your own thing, all my people hollerin' Let me hear you reply, say, "Take it off" (Take it off) Say, "Take it off" (You better take it off) Say, "Take it off" (Take it off) Say, "Take it off" (Better take it off) Come on, people, come on We hold the Roc, boy The way we on fire, call a nigga hot boy We raise your level 'til we blow the spot, boy And watch the water boil and spill over the pot, boy Listen, I hope you know you need to stop, boy Frontin' and tryin' to be somethin' you not, boy Listen again, we keep on bangin' and pissin' 'em off Spazzin' on niggas until we silence and finish 'em off Better tell 'em if they ain't on, put 'em on, shorty We know how you be doin' it, baby (How we be doin' it, baby) We know how you be takin' it off (See how we take it from 'em) We know how you be killin' 'em, baby (How we killin' 'em, come on) We know that you be ready to ball (You know we ready to do it) We know how you be drivin' 'em crazy (Make 'em crazy now, come on) We know that you be breakin' 'em off You know we breakin' 'em off, let's go) So come and put it down for me, baby (Put it down now) And make it hot until they take it off (Huh) Wait, wait, wait, you gotta put it on Yeah, come on, let me put it right here Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby Come on, what you doin'? What you doin'? You ain't got a rubber? I don't need no rubber, you look clean What the fuck, you ain't got no pimples or nothin'? Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah You ain't runnin' up in here without no jimmy Aw, you fuckin' actin' like that? Aight, so You better find one Aight, so hold on, hold on, don't, yo Just stay just like that, don't even, just stay I'm not movin' Aight, cool, hold on, hold on I knew I had a condom, where the fuck, man? Where the fuck is a condom when you need one? It is I, Trojan Man Oh shit, oh thank God it's you, you got a condom, man? No, I only have one prick cover left And my hormones are rising And I want your bitch to taste it (Taste it) Trojan Man This has been a paid advertisement by Flipmode and company And I don't give a fuck what you say 'Cause I still believe you can catch AIDS from tongue kissin' a bitch So remember, always strap your shit up Trojan Man