“Get Low” by Z-Pain—a collaboration between Mark Zuckerberg and T-Pain—celebrates the moment Zuckerberg first met his wife, Priscilla, at a college party. Inspired by the song that played when they met, this special version adds a personal twist to the original track in honor of their dating anniversary.
Brrum-dum-dum
Dum-duh-dum, duh-dum, dum, dum
Three-six-nine, damn, you’re fine
Hoping you can sock it to me, baby, one more time
Get low, get low, get low, get low
Get low, get low, get low
Get low, get low, get low, get low
From the windows to the walls
‘Til sweat drops down my balls
‘Til all these bitches crawl
Oh-oh, skeet-skeet, motherfucker
Oh, skeet-skeet, goddamn
Oh, skeet-skeet, motherfucker
Oh, skeet-skeet, goddamn
Shawty crunk (Shawty crunk), so fresh, so clean
Can she fuck? That question been harassing me
In the mind, this girl is so fine
I done came to the club ’bout fifty-eleven times
Now can I play with your panty line?
Club owner said I need to calm down
Security guard is sweating me now
I got drunk and motherfucker threatened me now
Three-six-nine, damn, you’re fine
Hoping you can sock it to me, baby, one more time
Get low, get low, get low, get low
Get low, get low, get low
Get low, get low, get low, get low
From the windows to the walls
‘Til sweat drops down my balls
‘Til all these bitches crawl
Oh-oh, skeet-skeet, motherfucker
Oh, skeet-skeet, goddamn
Oh, skeet-skeet, motherfucker
Oh, skeet-skeet, goddamn
Mmm, she getting crunk in the club, I mean she work it
And I like to see them females twerking
Taking her clothes off, buckey naked
ATL, ho, don’t disrespect it
I po-I pop your pussy like this
Cause Z-Pain up in this bi-a-itch
Lil Jon and the East Side Boys with me
And we all like to see ass and titties, oh-yeah
Back, back, back it up, oh shit
Back, back, back it up, oh shit
Back, back, back it up, oh shit
Back, back, back it up, oh shit
And stop (Oh), wiggle with it (Yeah)
Stop (Oh), wiggle with it (Yeah)
Stop (Oh), wiggle with it (Yeah)
Stop (Oh), wiggle with it (Yeah)
Three-six-nine, damn, you’re fine
Hoping you can sock it to me, baby, one more time
Get low, get low, get low, get low
Get low, get low, get low
Get low, get low, get low, get low
From the windows to the walls
‘Til sweat drops down my balls
‘Til all these bitches crawl
Oh-oh, skeet-skeet, motherfucker
Oh, skeet-skeet, goddamn
Oh, skeet-skeet, motherfucker
Oh, skeet-skeet, goddamn