Текст песни U-God -  Go Get Pretty Like Me   
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[Intro: U-God] 
Yeah, this one right here 
Is for those fly motherfuckers 
All those motherfuckers get money 
All those money makers 
When you look in the mirror 
And you confident, your cologne is on right 
You smelling good, youknowhatimsayin` 
You ready to go out on the town, knowhatimsayin` 
It`s all like this, go get pretty like me 
 
[U-God] 
I rock Dolce and Gabbana, Pierre Cardan frames 
Please, sunset windblows, pictures in the breeze 
Diamond cufflinks on, banging on my sleeve 
The studded engraved, solid gold L.A.`s 
Turn up my nose, to all those people that hate 
Cuz I create the dinner plates, the things they cant 
Mona Lisa`s on my wall, I splash the Rem`, brand 
Then dance the tango, with a rose in my teeth 
See this Spanish fly mami, with a rosary bead 
Hold her close to me, then I scuff my Gucci loafers 
Through money on the oochie, she fuck me in the Rover 
I bent her over, the butter soft ostrich 
After that, we had, some, sushi with some chopsticks 
We blew the Grand Canyon, the mansion with the tropics 
The house was made of marble, waterfall, walk-in closets 
She had the red hots, had me coming out my boxers 
 
[Chorus: U-God] 
There`s no one in the city like me 
No one gets gritty like me, homey 
Big wheels spinnin` on D`s 
Go get pretty like me, Goldie 
You`re messin` with a real O.G. 
Ya`ll niggaz, y`all gon` see, homey 
No one gets gritty like me, Goldie 
Go get pretty like me 
 
[U-God] 
In the Rolls, vintage clothes like the mobster 
Take my hat off, hit the mic stand like Sinatra 
Seats at the opera, whose the man behind the suit 
Fireplace, on the mantle, the head of a moose 
Analyze the truth, still slicin` all you snakes 
The lady killer, license plate, icing on the cake 
Drop, anchors of weight, more paper, acres of states 
Exquisite taste, cigars dipped, in that 
You`re strong back, Dom raps, time to bomb back 
In fact, I`m giving hoes a back hand slap 
Ain`t that, one of the ten commandments of rap 
My feet tap like Sammy, drop your donation 
Black and white bitches, Puerto Ricans and Haitians 
With Playboy titties, in heavy rotation 
Getting that paper, is my motivation 
In the palm of my hand, I control the nation, baby 
 
[Chorus] 
 
[Hook 2X: U-God] 
Don`t fuck with my bitches 
Or you`ll leave in stitches, homey 
Silky silky silk, da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da, Goldie 
 
[Chorus to fade]