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Introduction:

Toby Keith’s “Getcha Some” is a country rap song that was released in 1998 as the lead single from his compilation album Greatest Hits Volume One. The song was written by Keith with Chuck Cannon. It peaked at number 18 on the U.S. Billboard Hot Country Songs chart and number 22 on the Canadian RPM Country Tracks chart. It also peaked at number 2 on the U.S. Billboard Bubbling Under Hot 100 chart.

The song is about a man who is trying to achieve higher things in life. First he needs love and to get the love he needs money. Once he gets the money, he gets the love but after a while he still doesn’t feel fulfilled and realizes he needs to have children.

The song has been certified gold by the RIAA. It has also been featured in several movies and television shows, including The Dukes of Hazzard: The Beginning and The Simpsons.

“Getcha Some” is one of Toby Keith’s most popular songs. It has been praised for its catchy melody and its relatable lyrics. The song has also been criticized for its misogynistic lyrics.

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