Gettin', Gettin', Gettin', Gettin', Gettin', Gettin', Gettin', Gettin'.

Chorus:
I was gettin some head
Gettin' gettin' gettin' some head
I was gettin some head
Gettin' gettin' gettin' some head
I was gettin some head
Gettin' gettin' gettin' some head
I was wit the kinda girl dat make yo toes curl.

I was gettin some head (DTP hustle)
Gettin gettin some head (DTP hustle)
I was gettin some head (DTP hustle)
Gettin gettin some head (DTP hustle)
I was gettin some head (DTP hustle)
Gettin gettin some head (DTP hustle)
I was wit the kinda girl dat make yo toes curl.

Shawnna: Verse 1
You know u nigga want a bitch like me
Diamond wit the white beader rockin nikes
Niggas in the hood wanna call her wifey
If u got a pretty dolla then i probly might be
U niggas popin collars y yo bitches pop ps
Im gon do this for my riders that get down and pop e
Think u can pop me man u need to stop please
See me flyin throu yo hood in a drop top v
Im in the pop top three
And ma pops got gs
Say the watch got chilly
And the rocks got freeze
And u broads ack silly
Tryna jack my steam
U slipin and im pimpin and yo boy chose me
And now he hollin hey lil mama can u give me a sip
Tryna lick somethin somethin bout as big a yo leg
Dis nigga yawn while he talkin so i knew he was red
And bout six in the mornin he forgot wat he said and i was

[Chorus]

Shawnna: Verse 2
U know I keep dat 4 5 woofer in my trunk
And i turn it to the max so u can feel it when it bump
When u go to DTP we give the people what they want
And when i come to hustle man u know we aint no punk
And you catch me in the town we blowin dro and gettin drunk
And when we hit the party man u know we keep it crunk
Yo nigga actin tuff he on the flo and gettin stomped
Dont act like u aint know now tell yo hoe to pass the blunt
You bitches wanna be me cause u know that im the shit
You se me on the tv cause i roll wit ludacris
Dont hate shawnna baby just be mad at who u wit (who u wit)
I keep a couple handles so u know im to legit (to legit)
Just so u understand it so u know im bout that bread (im bout that bread)
And dont you try to play me for no joke about my cash (about my cash)
Before i get the tip i get the heat up out the stash (up out the stash)
I hit em on the lo and shawty this is wat he said (wat he said)

[Chorus]

Writer : CARTER, DWAYNE / GUY, RASHAWNNA / BELL, BRYANT / SHAW, TODD / JORDAN, STUART / GOODEN, RAMON / WILLIAMS, PHARRELL
Copyright : Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group