[Intro]
Somebody in the house say, "Yeah"
If y'all really like to rock the funky beats, somebody in the house scream, "Hell yeah!"
Say "Hoooooo!"
Say "Hoooooo!"
Say "Hoooooo!"
Say "Hoooooo!"

[Verse 1: L.E.G.A.C.Y.]
The fourth member can it be? Little Brother's extended family
Adopted to drop this Coca Cola classic
Bout to blow this rap shit
Gone away, a Chucky doll, you wanna play?
Red headed, that Jeff Goldblum shit? Leg said it
One of the best to date
A cannibal eatin' a meal off your chest plate
For great nourishment, for the sake of embarrassment
Leave this rap thing alone
I'll be the last king on the throne, royalty
Bit the fruit, the apple spoiled me
Bad McIntosh in the bunch
Tear sheets of the tablet off of knitted pumps
But don't sweat the technique
I tear flesh off beats down to the pink
Almost drown when I think, leads beneath the sea
The difference between VHS & DVD
See the details, see me re-bel
Revolutionary, the last breathin' poet
Couldn't touch me with a rhyme even if I wrote it
The death of thoughts in a baby's head
Figure four ma, left y'all Crazy Legs
I Rock Steadily, who ever thought of testin' me?
The epitome, lyrically
The Listening, you hearin' me?
The Listening, you hearin' me?
[Hook]
(Say hooooo!)
Ayo, we gotta get it (come on)
(Say hooooo!)
Fuck y'all, we gotta get it
(Say hooooo!)
J-League, we gotta get it
(Say hooooo!)
Fuck that, we gotta get it
(Say hooooo!)
We gotta get it
(Say hooooo!)
We gotta get it
(Say hooooo!)
We gotta get it
(Say hooooo!)
We gotta get it

[Verse 2: Rapper Big Pooh]
I put pens to paper, my thoughts a well executed caper
Droppin' giants like sky scrapers
Block Buster deals, spinnin' wheels for these merges
The world love to take people urges
And turn them into fixations, why you think we got PlayStations?
Everybody needs a vacation
Even n***as hatin', or dick ridas with they jaws hangin'
The birds chirpin' and they stay fakin'
I ain't your average n***a
A realist, 5-10, when the weather's bliss
240 when the hunger hits
A couple plus if I submit
Currency helps my pants fit, I stay saggin'
Dyin' to hop on NC's wagon
The seats takin' and we ain't draggin'
Your girl know cause she stay braggin'
Talkin' bout she ain't givin' a wop
Well we'll see when the album drop
[Hook]
(Say hooooo!)
Ayo. we gotta get it (come on)
(Say hooooo!)
Fuck y'all, we gotta get it
(Say hooooo!)
Yo, J-League, we gotta get it
(Say hooooo!)
Fuck that, we gotta get it
(Say hooooo!)
We gotta get it
(Say hooooo!)
We gotta get it
(Say hooooo!)
We gotta get it
(Say hooooo!)
We gotta get it

[Verse 3: Phonte]
Don't come around me if your lyrics is weak
When I spit for the streets, I rhyme outlaw
In my former life, ran with Dillinger's peeps
Still refuse to sell my spirit to eat
Promoters on that bullshit better get us now while n***as is cheap
While I'm just tryin' to write rhymes and listen to beats
Go to work, pay my bills and put Dillon to sleep
Not a veggie altercation, this legitimate beef
Bitch n***as sold us out but I kept the receipts
And extension files from 'em, revenge is a motherfucker
Payback is a bitch, and pain is the bastard child of 'em
And we gonna hurt n***as, awww, god damn it she gonna hurt n***as
That's what y'all get for tryin' to jerk n***as
And work n***as screamin' out, "Peace."
Killin' hip hop in the southeast, I'm aimin' at y'all mouthpiece
Slowly makin' me a mean n***a
Cause cats be back stabbin', like Eddie Levert playin' the Scream killer
And you ain't seen iller than this
It's Phonte, L.E.G.A.C.Y. and Pooh drop definitive shit
Remember truth that I'm seekin' with y'all
If I sound upset, that's just my ambition speakin' to y'all
Bitch ass n***as
[Hook]
(Say hooooo!)
Ayo. we gotta get it (come on)
(Say hooooo!)
Fuck y'all, we gotta get it
(Say hooooo!)
Yo, J-League, we gotta get it
(Say hooooo!)
Fuck that, we gotta get it
(Say hooooo!)
We gotta get it
(Say hooooo!)
We gotta get it
(Say hooooo!)
We gotta get it
(Say hooooo!)
We gotta get it