Getto Jam
Domino Lyrics


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-Chorus-
Here we go, here we go as the tune starts to bloom
With a phat, phat, phat cho-re-eus
1-2-3 if this is O.G.
The freaks would ya move ya boo-ty-yys
The getto jam is about to slam
With some notes from the diggady d-e
As I key what's really goin on
Would ya reminisce with me-e

Saturday morning, just gettin up
With a hangover, smellin like a fuck
I really can't remember cause I'm still kinda fady
so I close my eyes and thank God that i made it
Now I'm gettin flashbacks of some O.J.
With a green glass that says Tanqueray
Took it to the hand gulped it down with the quickness
Now I need a bitch so i can handle my business
What do you know, a freak's in my reach
threw her on the flo, suckin in her deep
She's screamin and she's screamin and she's screamin
Gettin horrors, but then I busted a nut, and that was that
so kick the chorus

-Chorus-

My homies are down, chillin in the hood
Nuthin my bitches, but thet ain't no good
to another man well she might be some good cat
But the homies in the hood label her as a hood rat
She's scared to love
So those with game can fuck
And ooh, she'll pound yo ass real fast, if your quick enough
And when your in that thi-ing
She'll make that nigga si-ng
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But you don't hear me doe
Ain't nuthin wrong with being a Trojan man, when ya ridin
So let's kick the chorus please if ya lyin

-Chorus-

My homey's clownin in his doped yellow chevy
Too O.D.'ed to be dropped
Kenwood's kickin out the funky big trunk
Clean with the rag on top, yeah
Rollin down the store, guess what we saw, some bitches
The finest one is on my nuts, she's blowing kisses
So I approached the freak of the week
And I played it like a game of blackjack
And for all that ass that she towed in around
Well I offered a backpack
And since I'm a mack
Well you know how the story goes
So all ya hoes and their bros here we go





-Chorus-
(x3)

Overall Meaning

The song "Getto Jam" by Domino is a story about spending a Saturday morning with a hangover and reminiscing about typical street life. The chorus invites the listener to join in on the groove and get their booty moving. The first verse portrays the singer's blurry flashback of drinking Tanqueray with a lady friend and then satisfying his needs. The second verse talks about his homies, who frequent the same hood as the singer. They judge women by labeling them hood rats and do not care about loving them. The final verse describes the group of men driving around a neighborhood when they see some women. The singer approaches a woman and catches her attention by offering her a backpack. The song insists that there is nothing wrong with having multiple partners and encourages everyone to join in on the groove in the chorus.


The first verse of the song describes a common scenario of partying hard and satisfying the sexual needs while being drunk. The singer reminisces about his past experience and how it all went down. He also talks about taking a drink from a green bottle of Tanqueray that got him buzzed for the rest of the day. The second verse talks about the idea of women being seen as hood rats within certain neighborhoods. It's a topic that the singer's friends share in their conversation as they drive around the neighborhood. They are more interested in having multiple partners and indulging in sexual experiences than seeking true love or forming relationships. The final verse talks about the same group of people driving around the neighborhood and seeing some women. The singer offers a backpack to one of the women, and they engage in a physical relationship without any sentiments attached.


Line by Line Meaning

Here we go, here we go as the tune starts to bloom
The song is starting and we're ready to get into it


With a phat, phat, phat cho-re-eus
The chorus has a really great and catchy beat


1-2-3 if this is O.G.
If you're an original gangster, let me hear you count


The freaks would ya move ya boo-ty-yys
Ladies, get up and dance


The getto jam is about to slam
We're about to get into the groove of the ghetto


With some notes from the diggady d-e
The music is coming from the DJ


As I key what's really goin on
I'm reflecting on what's happening around me


Would ya reminisce with me-e
Let's take a moment to remember past events


Saturday morning, just gettin up
It's the morning after a wild night out


With a hangover, smellin like a fuck
I'm hungover and don't smell great


I really can't remember cause I'm still kinda fady
I'm still pretty drunk and my memory is hazy


So I close my eyes and thank God that i made it
I'm grateful to be alive after last night


Now I'm gettin flashbacks of some O.J.
I'm remembering drinking orange juice (O.J.)


With a green glass that says Tanqueray
The O.J. was mixed with Tanqueray gin


Took it to the hand gulped it down with the quickness
I quickly drank it all up


Now I need a bitch so i can handle my business
I need a woman to have sex with


What do you know, a freak's in my reach
Luckily, I see a woman I can potentially sleep with


threw her on the flo, suckin in her deep
I had sex with her on the floor


She's screamin and she's screamin and she's screamin
She's making a lot of noise


Gettin horrors, but then I busted a nut, and that was that
She freaked out a little, but then I ejaculated and it was over


My homies are down, chillin in the hood
My friends are in the neighborhood hanging out


Nuthin my bitches, but thet ain't no good
I don't have any good women around me


to another man well she might be some good cat
To someone else, a woman might be considered attractive


But the homies in the hood label her as a hood rat
My friends think that woman is not worth my time


She's scared to love
This woman is afraid of emotional intimacy


So those with game can fuck
Someone who is confident can sleep with her


And ooh, she'll pound yo ass real fast, if your quick enough
She's very enthusiastic and enjoys sex


And when your in that thi-ing
When you're in the moment


She'll make that nigga si-ng
She'll make you feel great


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This line is unclear and possibly profane, so we will not provide a reworded meaning


Ain't nuthin wrong with being a Trojan man, when ya ridin
It's okay to use a condom during sex


My homey's clownin in his doped yellow chevy
My friend is driving his cool yellow car


Too O.D.'ed to be dropped
The car is too overdone to be ignored


Kenwood's kickin out the funky big trunk
The car's sound system is really good


Clean with the rag on top, yeah
The car looks clean with a rag on the roof


Rollin down the store, guess what we saw, some bitches
While driving, we saw some women


The finest one is on my nuts, she's blowing kisses
The most attractive woman is showing me attention


So I approached the freak of the week
I went up to the woman who caught my eye


And I played it like a game of blackjack
I used smooth tactics to try to seduce her


And for all that ass that she towed in around
She has a nice body


Well I offered a backpack
I offered her something small in exchange for sex


And since I'm a mack
Since I'm good with women


Well you know how the story goes
I was successful in seducing her


So all ya hoes and their bros here we go
We're ready to start the chorus again




Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: GILLIAM "DJ BATTLECAT", KEVIN GILLIAM (DJ BATTLECAT), SHAWN IVY

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