Los Ft. XV - Get It Lyrics

"Get It" is the new hip hop song performed by Los Ft. XV.

[Los - Verse 1]
I use to wheelie the bike, dribble to ball
Now I’m ballin’ when I travel, no dribble at all
I use to run suicides, impressin’ my coach
Now I’m fly like I quit the team I aint messin wit coach
I watched Michael Jordan take flight
Hammer? did the typewriter
My first freestyles came as a bike rider
Cuz I used to spin the handle bars round
And thats quite a spin cuz I handle bars now
I use to play hide and go seek on the roof
Now the roof play hide and go seek on my coupe
Uhhh, I used to clean up my sneakers with a toothbrush
Now my show game flossin a lil’ too much
But, I’m exactly what my hood need
I’ve been mackin’ since Ewing had good knees
Geez, say hello to the problem
Cuz now I’m watchin’ Melo at the garden
And I’m thinkin that life got colder
Had a chip on my shoulder
But I got a little older and the World don’t owe ya
Nothing, no bluffin’ when they ask me how I did it
I tell em that I push it to the limit
Nigga I gotta ge-ge-get it
Ge-ge-get it
Ge-ge-ge-ge-ge-ge-ge-get it
Ge-ge-get it, ge-ge-get it
Ge-ge-ge-ge-ge-ge-ge-get it
If you came up poor in the hood like me
And just wanted to know what the good life be
Watchin all the hustlers and the big body cars
Wrist full of ice livin’ life like a star
Nigga you betta ge-ge-get it
Ge-ge-get it
Ge-ge-ge-ge-ge-ge-ge-get it
Ge-ge-get it, ge-ge-get it
Ge-ge-ge-ge-ge-ge-ge-get it
[XV - Verse 2]
Blessing this game and it still aint safe
They say Johnson is magic, labels still don’t aid
Killin’ these bloodsuckers and I still aint Blade
But I’m still going off like my bills aint paid
But my dues are, huge bars, in the game like ?
Me and seven grew up lik4 a coupe with only 2 doors
Get it, thats a coupe muthafucka
These bitches see no roof and go woof to a nigga
I used to watch Stars Wars and used to act like Darth Vader
Daddy’s princess and swallow up my light saber
I used to play Donkey Kong country
Now I go bananas all over the dman country
Came outta Kansas they say we a little country
Now I’ma blow us up like we are our own little country
Been this way since King Kong was just a baby monkey
When haters get turkeys ? was just funky
1985 watching ? put together the pieces of the city on fire
Nothing, no bluffin’w hent hey ask me how I did it
I tell ‘em that I push ‘em to the limit
Nigga I gotta…
[Hook]
[Los - Verse 3]
There like oh shit the crown aint safe Los snappin’
You took the words right out my mouth like closed caption
Cuz no passion is matchin’ mine
And you wanna mash it up wit’ the mastamind
Huhh, h-h-how you passin me I leave ya
I don’t kno no limits like Masta P wit’ amnesia
I used to watch Rambo wit’ the ammo and the shotgun
Then I watched Randel when he scrambled then the shotgun
I still play freeze tag with my main crew
I mean I dont but my watch and my chain do
uh, I’m talki rice and montana
Now promoters wan know, whats my price in montana
I say I’m from the murder
Where they cook it on the burner
And they whipped it in the pot
‘fore they put it in on the corner nigga
Welcome to the spot
Wanna know what? Ima learn first rule
Mind ya business if the shit jus dont concern ya
cuz…
Life got colder had a chip on my shoulder
But I got a little older and the world dont owe ya
Mothing, no bluffin’ when they ask me how I did it
I tell ‘em that I push it to the limit
[Hook]

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"Hustle Hard Freestyle" Lyrics - Los

Los - Hustle Hard Freestyle Lyrics

Same old shit, just a different day

I'm coming for the crown, the fuck a nigga say?

Los

And I'm the best rapper alive!

Before I pull up to the spot, you hear my coupe, dog

Look like I photshopped that bitch and took the roof off

Damn Los you go too hard

These rappers acting like Lebron, how you play with the Heat and scared to shoot dawg!

Rappers fake, it's pathetic, matching them bets, taking my credit

Niggas get blasted away and beheaded

Bitch that crown ain't safe cause I said it

I got my shovel I'm coming, don't stumble

I got you a big fucking tomb

I ain't got no deal but I'm building a bedroom

Cause I got some shit coming soon

Man I'm raining on them bitches, Travis Porter, turn them lights out

You beating round the Bush, like Travis Barker at the White House

I'm so deep in that top 5, I can't find out the kid number

Jay gonn have to call big momma, Ye gonn have to call his big brother

They gonn have to have a discussion, Yea they best at discussing

Jay you better find that nigga, go sign that nigga, or smash his ass or do something, ugh

Magnificent is old, excellent is boring

Some niggas call this amazing, I call it this morning

All yellow diamonds in my purple drop

She give me brains I come to live, bitch I'm urkle pop

Think outside the box, I'm frozen beware

I'm packin that tray but I'm too cold to be square

Ice cubes is square, squares fit inside the tray,

The tray sits inside the box, here's your lesson for today,

Ok, when you're this cold and you ain't in a nice mood,

You put square niggas in a box, ice cube.

I like sexy women, fast cars, nice views

Sexy women say you dress your ass off, nice shoes

'These old things? '

She said 'yes dear, but when did they come out? '

I'm like 'bitch, next year! '

Note to the rap game 'nobody call next here,

Or I'm a snap legs, stack bodies, break necks here'

And to XXL: 'Fuck could a nigga say?,

Ya'll did the same old shit, jus a different day'

Get this straight, I'm no Freshmen

More like the Principal, there's no question

Run this school and niggas don't test him

But it's the principle that I'm stressing

Question: 'When ya'll talk about the best, how don't you mention me? '

I ain't on a bench, I'm the benchmark of my century

Eventually I'm a show you rappers just pussy

Cause the crown ain't safe in the hood, what's good?

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Hustle Hard Remix Lyrics by Los

Los - Hustle Hard Remix Lyrics

Same old shit, just a different day

I’m coming for the crown, the f-ck a n-gga say?

Los

And I’m the best rapper alive!

Before I pull up to the spot, you hear my coupe, dog

Look like I photshopped that bitch and took the roof off

Damn Los you go too hard

These rappers acting like Lebron, how you play with the Heat and scared to shoot dawg!

Rappers fake, it’s pathetic, matching them bets, taking my credit

N-ggas get blasted away and beheaded

Bitch that crown aint safe cuz I said it

I got my shovel I’m coming, don’t stumble

I got you a big f-cking tomb

I aint got no deal but I’m building a bedroom

Cuz I got some shit coming soon

Man I’m raining on them bitches, Travis Porter, turn them lights out

You beating round the Bush, like Travis Barker at the White House

I’m so deep in that top 5, I can’t find out the kid number

Jay gonn have to call big momma, Ye gonn have to call his big brother

They gonn have to have a discussion, Yea they best at discussing

Jay you better find that n-gga, go sign that n-gga, or smash his ass or do something, ugh

Magnificent is old, excellent is boring

Some n-ggas call this amazing, I call it this morning

All yellow diamonds in my purple drop

She give me brains I come to live, bitch I’m urkle pop

Think outside the box, I’m frozen beware

I’m packin that tray but I’m too cold to be square

Ice cubes is square, squares fit inside the tray,

The tray sits inside the box, here’s your lesson for today,

Ok, when you’re this cold and you ain’t in a nice mood,

you put square n-ggas in a box, ice cube.

I like sexy women, fast cars, nice views

Sexy women say you dress your ass off, nice shoes

‘These old things?’

She said ‘yes dear, but when did they come out?’

I’m like ‘bitch, next year!’

Note to the rap game ‘nobody call next here,

Or I’ma snap legs, stack bodies, break necks here’

And to XXL: ‘F-ck could a n-gga say?,

Yall did the same old shit, jus a different day’

Get this straight, I’m no Freshmen

More like the Principal, theres no question

Run this school and n-ggas don’t test him

But it’s the principle that I’m stressing

Question: ‘When yall talk about the best, how don’t you mention me?’

I aint on a bench, I’m the benchmark of my century

Eventually I’ma show you rappers just p-ssy

Cuz the crown aint safe in the hood, whats good?

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