Eminem - Get Low - Album Version (Edited)

Yeah, yeah (yeah) Stat Quo (Stat Quo) Doc Dre (Doc Dre) I represent the A-Town, A-Town Ay, ay, ay, ay I'm comin' from the A-Town, A-Town Ha ha, Shady Aftermath Yeah (yeah), once again it's on Young Statlanta live in this muhfucker, holmes (woo) The hoes get naked soon as the song come on The niggas get reckless, it's off the chain, here gone It's poppin,' speakers knockin', crowded off on the floor They jockin' it and watchin' when I walks through the door It's him, tell a friend but you already know Act stupid or lose it, don't bother to fuck with Quo I'm kind of different, he's not the usual Sippin' Cognac in between two beautiful Bitches in the club, talk shit it's your funeral I came to get a buzz and crunk, understand, yo? (Woo) It's crowded, it's packed, it's jumpin', goddamn it's swole I'm cooler than cool as my temperature's thirty below I'm checkin' the scene if a new cut, droppin' the low Shakin' they ass, backin' it up, fast and slow (yeah) You know this thing don't stop 'til I say so Now get low, get low, keep that ass on the floor You know this club don't close 'til I say so Now get low, get low, keep that ass on the floor Yeah, now get low, get low, keep that ass on the floor Get low, get low, keep that ass on the floor Yeah, now get low, get low, keep that ass on the floor Now get low, get low, keep that ass on the floor (yeah, yeah) It's goes three two one, shawty, that's what's up (that's what's up) At the bar lookin' sober but I'm high as fuck (high as fuck) And as far as all y'all who be actin' tough I'm in the spot with the Glock, please believe it's tucked (woo) We ready, we sweaty, it's hot, it's off the chain We mackin', excuse me miss, tell me what's your name The way you move in them jeans make me happy you came I'm tryin' to get to know you, possibly get some brain I may pick your brains (brains), I'm the man of your dreams (dreams) You like me you wanna be wifey and join my team So I can sport you and support you by any means (uh) Nah, I ain't givin' you none of my things But we can leave the club tonight, hit the 'telly and fuck Long as you know when I bust, I'm in the dust Ain't no chillin, it ain't nothin for us to discuss Except what time your ride pickin' you up (yeah) You know this thing don't stop 'til I say so Now get low, get low, keep that ass on the floor You know this club don't close 'til I say so Now get low, get low, keep that ass on the floor Yeah, now get low, get low, keep that ass on the floor Get low, get low, keep that ass on the floor Yeah, now get low, get low, keep that ass on the floor Now get low, get low, keep that ass on the floor Yeah, yeah (woo) Turn that ass around, gon' and do somethin' Do somethin', girl (woo), touch the ground (yeah) Turn that ass around, gon' and do somethin (c'mon) Do somethin', girl, touch the ground (okay) Now drop it, drop it, low, yeah (yeah) Now drop it, drop it, low, yeah (go) Now drop it, drop it, low, yeah (c'mon) Now drop it, drop it, low, yeah (yeah) Re-up style It's "The Re-Up" This is