| The boys don’t think we can get down | 
| Get down, get down, get down | 
| Get down, get down, get down | 
| Soul sisters (Yeah) | 
| We been going for the okey dokey (Yeah) | 
| The boys don’t think we can get down | 
| Get down, get down, get down | 
| Get down, get down | 
| You best come on, get that ass swung on | 
| When dem thags load on, nig-gas best hold on | 
| Make sure it’s stick so Ricky ain’t droppin' Mickeys | 
| My bitches puts on them quickies, and skirts gets the itchy | 
| Pimpin' this game quickly, and brody and niggas quit me | 
| For cat that talk iffy, get swung on like K. Griffey | 
| They spit willie, though half of the bitches feel me | 
| The other half is trashed, cuz words could never kill me | 
| I got this thick, it’s ridiculous how I switch shit | 
| Look who I’m with, 215 and Timbaland, bitch | 
| Whether it’s friend or foe, Heiniken, Verde, Cris or Moe | 
| I’m stackin' decimals, stoops, steps and best of yous | 
| I write mine, like mine, now I gotta spark | 
| All bite, no bark, play my damn part | 
| I get inside you, show you how Philly bitches do | 
| Pimp you, then I’ll get rid of you, I’ll shit on your whole crew | 
| Now let me count it off, now let me count it off | 
| Now let me count it off, now let me count it off | 
| Hey you, blow your whistle, now let me count it off | 
| Now let me count it off, now let me count it off | 
| Hey you, blow your whistle, now let me count it off | 
| Now let me count it off, now let me count it off | 
| Hey you, blow your whistle, now let me count it off | 
| Now let me count it off, now let me count it off | 
| I know it’s rare, but niggas they feel me everywhere | 
| I’m from the land of white tees, Vickie’s and Roca-Wear | 
| NY guys spit at cats, do-rags | 
| Pop it in turn it up, bang my shit in they Jags | 
| I got dem niggas in LA crip walkin' in the truck | 
| Atlanta, down south bamma’s, you know they get it crunk | 
| Now I’ma float on, roll me somethin' to smoke on | 
| You hope I go away, continue to get your hope on | 
| Rap game, regardless I stack change | 
| The same affect as the game | 
| Ms. Jade is tha mutha-f-in' name | 
| I got a L-O-C-K down the freeway, BK back up to Philly | 
| Won’t stop 'til they kill me | 
| I get it done, rap chicks see me and run | 
| Only mixin' coke with the rum | 
| Ain’t scared, niggas be bums | 
| You wanna see me, beats fuck up ya hooptie | 
| Suburbans, Benz or the two seats | 
| Major numbers the first week | 
| Now let me count it off, now let me count it off | 
| Now let me count it off, now let me count it off | 
| Hey you, blow your whistle, now let me count it off | 
| Now let me count it off, now let me count it off | 
| (Uh, come on with it, get down with it) | 
| Hey you, blow your whistle, now let me count it off | 
| Now let me count it off, now let me count it off | 
| (Uh, come on with it, get down with it) | 
| Hey you, blow your whistle, now let me count it off | 
| Now let me count it off, now let me count it off | 
| Yeah, it’s young Vito, voice of the young people | 
| Roc C-E-O, hot piss for the P-O | 
| I’m so trill, the wood pandlin', handlin' meals | 
| Twenty inch jumpers from standin' on my wheels | 
| They can’t understand it, god damnit, he’s ill | 
| Everytime I drive, gotta prescribe ‘em for panic pills | 
| I’m gigantic, the Titanic would never sink | 
| Even with the band playin', before that happend, that man sprayin' (Buck!) | 
| AR fifteens, Glocks and tecs | 
| AK’s will pop, I bring ya all out the closet, girls | 
| Niggas is homos really, but when they smokin' on purple | 
| They get loco, but you know I know the drilly | 
| It’s for these positions, that’s why I keep the biscuits | 
| You ain’t Tony Sopranno, you pussy, sleep with the fishes | 
| You know I’m reppin' from that 7−1-8 | 
| Shots to you f-in' son, class over, lesson’s done | 
| Hov'! | 
| Now let me count it off, now let me count it off | 
| Now let me count it off, now let me count it off | 
| Hey you, blow your whistle, now let me count it off | 
| Now let me count it off, now let me count it off | 
| Hey you, blow your whistle, now let me count it off | 
| Now let me count it off, now let me count it off | 
| Hey you, blow your whistle, now let me count it off | 
| Now let me count it off, now let me count it off | 
| Soul sisters (Yeah) | 
| We been going for the okey dokey (Yeah) | 
| The boys don’t think we can get down | 
| Get down, get down, get down | 
| Get down, get down, get down | 
| Soul sisters (Yeah) | 
| We been going for the okey dokey (Yeah) | 
| The boys don’t think we can get down | 
| Get down, get down, get down | 
| Get down, get down, get down |