Get Down
Juelz Santana Lyrics


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Remember I'm a man of respect (remember)
Remember Santana was next
Now its not techs, its checks and fancy collects
I want his wrist, fist, whole had, jammed with baguettes
Pose for the camera man me and Santana man

Word to my grand ma he one bad mamma jamma, damn
So I don't write for the stardom
I get, booted, zooted, write down my problems
I've been through it headed right for the bottom
D.C. naw, would've been a sniper in Harlem (so what)

That's why I throw some doe to my cody from Kosovo
Help me get on overflow (shhh) no one suppose to know
But she lay me up like the prime minister
Thousand grams of dope smellin' like Hine Vinegar
That was a lot to linger, but to the top I bring her

But when it came to dope, I always copped in fingers
Money missin', oh shit I almost chopped some fingers
Slit some wrist, that's when they said oh shit he's not a singer
Fuck the rap, fuck the movies, fuck Siskel and Ebert
This pistol I'll squeeze it, missiles if needed (killa)

Remember I'm gonna spend my cake
Remember Jim we getting out of five eights (projects)
Now chefs will fry us steaks (that's true) it's a higher stake
Swiss accounts I'm goin' show you how to wire cake
And we from BBQ, now you a CEO, direct a video

Your own album here we go
That's my man anytime I holla, holla with me
We shared chicken sandwiches they was a $1.50
But you seven dollars, nickel bag and white owl
I hope the chicken sandwich last us through the night child

We ain't care we didn't sleep we was night owls
Insomniacs our life styles compatible
Magical pops gone, shit tragical
Mom's on mission, my house is where the attics chill
I'm like a teacher, I need me a sabbatical

Its not irrational, I grew up radical
And you all are shook, I bought all my crooks
Fuck you R&B niggas Zeek sing all the hooks




Tito and Brick yes yes come again
They came sun or rain when I had that stomach pain (what else)

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Juelz Santana feat. Cam'ron's song Get Down speak about their rise to fame and the various struggles they faced to achieve success. The opening lines remind listeners of their journey to get to where they are today, with Juelz reminding us that he's a man of respect and that he and Santana rose to fame together. Santana, once known for his use of firearms (referred to in the line as "techs"), now earns a fancy income ("checks and fancy collects") and Juelz expresses his desire for the same luxury, wanting jewelry and riches ("I want his wrist, fist, whole hand jammed with baguettes").


As they pose for the cameraman, Juelz claims that he does not write songs for fame but instead gets intoxicated and writes about his problems. He admits to having been through tough times and heading towards the bottom but states that he now rises towards the top. Cam'ron chimes in, rapping about his history dealing drugs and explaining how he learned to trust only his closest confidantes. He mentions his connection with a woman from Kosovo and how he helped her to become successful, despite the illegalities of what he was doing.


Line by Line Meaning

Remember I'm a man of respect (remember)
Don't forget that I command respect.


Remember Santana was next
Remember that Juelz Santana was up and coming in the rap scene.


Now its not techs, its checks and fancy collects
I'm making money now and I'm not just involved with weapons, but also with collecting money and living lavishly.


I want his wrist, fist, whole had, jammed with baguettes
I want to be dripping in diamonds and other expensive jewelry.


Pose for the camera man me and Santana man
We're ready to have our photo taken and show our success off to the world.


Word to my grand ma he one bad mamma jamma, damn
Even my grandmother knows that I'm hot stuff.


So I don't write for the stardom
I don't make music just for fame and attention.


I get, booted, zooted, write down my problems
I use drugs and alcohol to help me write down my issues in my song lyrics.


I've been through it headed right for the bottom
I've had some hard times and almost hit rock bottom.


D.C. naw, would've been a sniper in Harlem (so what)
If I wasn't a rapper, I could have been a sniper in Harlem. And what about it?


That's why I throw some doe to my cody from Kosovo
I give money to my friend from Kosovo to help me increase my drug sales.


Help me get on overflow (shhh) no one suppose to know
Keep quiet about how we're making so much money selling drugs.


But she lay me up like the prime minister
She treats me like royalty and helps me become more successful.


Thousand grams of dope smellin' like Hine Vinegar
I have a lot of drugs on me that smell bad but can make me a lot of money.


That was a lot to linger, but to the top I bring her
It was a lot of work, but I'm bringing her with me to the top of the rap game.


But when it came to dope, I always copped in fingers
I would always buy drugs in small amounts to avoid taking big risks.


Money missin', oh shit I almost chopped some fingers
I lost some money and was considering punishing someone for it.


Slit some wrist, that's when they said oh shit he's not a singer
I had a moment of weakness and almost hurt myself because of my problems.


Fuck the rap, fuck the movies, fuck Siskel and Ebert
I don't care about other people's opinions on my music or movies.


This pistol I'll squeeze it, missiles if needed (killa)
I'm not afraid to use violence to get what I want, and I want to be known as a killer.


Remember I'm gonna spend my cake
Remember that I plan to spend my money.


Remember Jim we getting out of five eights (projects)
Remember, Jim and I are leaving the projects we grew up in.


Now chefs will fry us steaks (that's true) it's a higher stake
Now we can afford to have fancy meals cooked for us, and our financial risk is higher.


Swiss accounts I'm goin' show you how to wire cake
I'll teach you how to move money to Swiss bank accounts for more security and profits.


And we from BBQ, now you a CEO, direct a video
We came from humble beginnings, but now you've become a CEO and are making your own music videos.


Your own album here we go
It's your turn to make your own album now.


That's my man anytime I holla, holla with me
You're my friend and I can call on you whenever I need something.


We shared chicken sandwiches they was a $1.50
We used to share cheap food, like $1.50 chicken sandwiches.


But you seven dollars, nickel bag and white owl
Now you're worth more and can afford more expensive things, like $7 bags of drugs and White Owls (cigars).


I hope the chicken sandwich last us through the night child
I hope that sandwich we're sharing will be enough for us to eat for the entire night.


We ain't care we didn't sleep we was night owls
We were up all night doing drugs and making money.


Insomniacs our life styles compatible
We both have insomnia, so our lifestyles work well together.


Magical pops gone, shit tragical
My father was gone too soon, it's a tragic loss for me.


Mom's on mission, my house is where the attics chill
My mother is out doing something important, so my house is where drug addicts come to relax and be themselves.


I'm like a teacher, I need me a sabbatical
I need some time off, like a teacher would take a sabbatical.


Its not irrational, I grew up radical
It's not crazy for me to act the way I do, because I had a tough upbringing.


And you all are shook, I bought all my crooks
You're all scared of me, but I actually paid for my gang members.


Fuck you R&B niggas Zeek sing all the hooks
I don't respect R&B artists, I'd rather have my friend Zeek sing the chorus of my songs.


Tito and Brick yes yes come again
Two of my associates, Tito and Brick, are here with me now.


They came sun or rain when I had that stomach pain (what else)
Tito and Brick were always there for me, even when I was in pain.




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: MARVIN P GAYE, CAM'RON GILES, CHAD WES HAMILTON, IVY JO HUNTER

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