I got it, come on, nigga

Oh, oh, yeah, yo

Yeah, get, nigga

Redman got fire, nigga

Shots'll ring your hood when I'm high nigga

Shots of Cuervo are fuckin' up my liver

Shots from the cameras on my niggas

Girlfriend drunk so I'll jump around wit her

I step inside, you're quiet like a mime, nigga

My watch do more things than James Bond, nigga

I'm a do it now, I ain't gonna try, nigga

Put it down, put it down, put it down, girl

You better grind 'cause you ain't spending mine, girl

When Timbaland plan and I'll do the ground work

Whether you in Tims, Air Force or Converse

Let me see the high niggas on the left side

And whole muthafuckas smokin' on the right side

You sayin', "Fuck Gillahouse" nigga likewise

This is how I walk up on your ho, hey, put it down

Put it down, put it down, put it down

(We gots to get down, niggas, you gots to get down)

Put it down, put it down, put it down

(Bitches you gots to get down)

(How we put it down)

Put it down, put it down, put it down

(We gots to get down)

Put it down, put it down, put it down

(Niggas, you gots to get down)

Put it down, put it down, put it down

(Bitches you gots to get down)

(Show you how we put it down)

Who am I, nigga? That dude who arrive, nigga

With a blueprint to all your supply, nigga

Fifteen percent tint on the 'fire, nigga

Sometimes I don't know what's inside, nigga

Let me show you how bricks get alive, nigga

The Time Warner's of the block, show time, nigga

I hit a chick, kick her out, I ain't battlin' her

A gold digger I can see the green mile in her

Put it down, put it down put it down, fool

The flashy ones get robbed in the bathroom

"Yo, get up, yo, it's jewelry, it's costume"

Rollin' like drunk cowboys at high noon

Let me see the high niggas on the East side

And whole niggas get high on the West side

A punk nigga outta line, he get checked like

I roll up on his ho and say, hey, put it down

Put it down, put it down, put it down

(We gots to get down, niggas, you gots to get down)

Put it down, put it down, put it down

(Bitches you gots to get down)

(How we put it down)

Put it down, put it down, put it down

(We gots to get down)

Put it down, put it down, put it down

(Niggas, you gots to get down)

Put it down, put it down, put it down

(Bitches, you gots to get down)

(Show you how we put it down)

Look in my eyes, nigga

You see a great ball of fire, nigga

My trail is blazin' that's right, I'm high, nigga

A hard hip hop hitman for hire, nigga

My rims so big, I fucked my alignment up

Grown as hell, I don't throw signs, nigga

I continue to Flipmode's like Rhy, nigga

Barbershop talk, come, get you a line, nigga

It's permanent press steam on the iron, nigga

Put it down, put it down, put it down, girl

Wherever you pop shit you get found there

Bitch, you hot, little tacky with the horse hair

Gillahouse, it's your year and it's on, baby

Where them high muthafuckas on the left side?

I know there's drunk muthafuckas on the right side

You sayin', "Fuck Redman", nigga likewise

This is how I talkin' to your ho, hey, put it down

Put it down, put it down, put it down

(We gots to get down, niggas, you gots to get down)

Put it down, put it down, put it down

(Bitches you gots to get down)

(How we put it down)

Put it down, put it down, put it down

(We gots to get down)

Put it down, put it down, put it down

(Niggas, you gots to get down)

Put it down, put it down, put it down

(Bitches, you gots to get down)

(Show you how we put it down, down)

Gillahouse, gilla here, Gotti Click

Yo Brick City, you know what it is

Holla atcha fuckin' boy

Bring 'em back