We Got This
Big L f/ Mr. Cheeks Lyrics
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1, 2, Harlem World, Jamaica Queens thing
You know what I'm sayin'
Herb McGruff, Mr. Cheeks
We gon' do this like this
Yes, yes, y'all, Gruff stay fresh y'all
Puffin' bless y'all, in the Lex' to the mall
Give Gruff a call, let me flex in them walls
Twirl ya backbone, get my mack on
Give your Reebok money, send ya ass home
Is Gruff a playa? Nigga, ask Pretty Tone
Flooded rollie lit, smooth goldy shit
If I ever die, your Joe's gon' have a fit
Herb be phat, linen down derby hat
Gators bitin', minks and fur on me back
Live talk shows, pop corks off a Mo's
My money grows, while fiends snort up they nose
Private jet, nigga, whole life is set
Life like begets, mega ice on the neck
Yeah, this is how we do, just make ya boo-ga-lu
Harlem World, baby, and the LB crew
Now we do, party 'til the sky turn blue
Partyin', yeah, that's what we gon' do
I'm creepin' Uptown, and my mans ride wit 'em
He got two Dutches in the ash tray, and Sal wit' 'em
He gettin' blunted, so he wanted me to slide 'em
To meet two chicks, so we can get wild wit' him
We on FDR Drive, doing ninety-five
Smokin' trees, on the way, Saturday Night Live
Said they butters, plus they muthafuckin' pad is hot
Smoke the weed, drink the liquor, so I said why not
Peep it, ring the bell, as soon as we hit the spot
Shorty open the door wit' the short in the knot
Wit' the belly button showin', the L that's lit
Yo, I smell that shit, yo, I can tell that shit
Soon as my man creep wit' shorty inside the room
I con', I continue to spark up my moon, 'cause
Yeah, this is how we do, just make ya boo-ga-lu
Harlem World, baby, and the LB crew
Now we do, party 'til the sky turn blue
Partyin', yeah, that's what we gon' do
Ayo, Gruff holdin', keep the bar rollin'
Check me in VIP, gettin' love open
The fellow wit' cream, gon' sell her a dream
Gas up, just to get the hell in between
Know what I mean? Kick game, puff la green
Everywhere Gruff go, shine like high beam
Word up, y'all know be Iceberg'd up
Give me one minute, have your wife skirt up
And all playa haters get they life hurt up
Undertaker might have to dig some dirt up
Chocolate mack nigga, push a Ac vig'
Call it Don peace, then go relax wit' her
Yeah, this is how we do, just make ya boo-ga-lu
Harlem World, baby, and the LB crew
Now we do, party 'til the sky turn blue
Partyin', yeah, that's what we gon' do
Yeah, this is how we do, just make ya boo-ga-lu
Harlem World, baby, and the LB crew
Now we do, party 'till the sky turn blue
Partyin', yeah, that's what we gon' do
The song "We Got This" by Big L featuring Mr. Cheeks is a classic rap song from the late '90s. The song's lyrics describe the party scene in Harlem and Queens, with Gruff, Mr. Cheeks, and their crews' perspective. The first verse is Gruff's, and he talks about his lifestyle and how he gets the girls he desires. He flaunts his wealth, jewelry, and fashion sense with lines like "Flooded rollie lit, smooth goldy shit" and "Gators bitin', minks and fur on me back" to show off his status. Also, Gruff refers to himself as a "player," and he even brags that the legendary Pretty Toney also recognizes his skills.
In the next verse, Mr. Cheeks describes his wild night with his friends. He cruises around town in a car with one of his buddies, who is smoking weed. They plan to meet two girls and have a good time. Cheeks portrays himself as a laid-back guy who enjoys smoking weed and having a good time, expressed with the lines "Smoke the weed, drink the liquor, so I said why not."
In the third verse, Gruff takes center stage again and relays his experience partying in the VIP section of a club. He refers to himself as a "chocolate mack nigga" who can charm any woman he meets. He brags about his success with women and how he enjoys spending his money, all while telling his haters to back off. The chorus is catchy and repetitive, reinforcing their desire to party and have a good time.
Line by Line Meaning
Yes, yes, y'all, Gruff stay fresh y'all
I am here to hype up the crowd, Gruff is always looking good
If I ever die, your Joe's gon' have a fit
If I ever pass away, people are going to be devastated
Herb be phat, linen down derby hat
Herb looks really good in his fancy hat and outfit
Private jet, nigga, whole life is set
I am living the good life with my private jet, nothing can bring me down
Yeah, this is how we do, just make ya boo-ga-lu
This is our party style, we're here to have fun and make everyone dance
I'm creepin' Uptown, and my mans ride wit 'em
I'm making my way up to Harlem with my friend
We on FDR Drive, doing ninety-five
We're speeding on the highway going 95 miles per hour
Soon as my man creep wit' shorty inside the room
As soon as my friend goes into the room with the girl
Know what I mean? Kick game, puff la green
Do you understand what I'm saying? I'm good at attracting women and smoking weed
Chocolate mack nigga, push a Ac vig'
I'm a charming and handsome man who drives a fancy car
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: DWIGHT MYERS, HERBERT BROWN, TERRANCE COCHEEKS KELLY, TONY MARIO DOFAT
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