Tytuł: Get Up Everybody (Get Up)

• Wykonawca: Salt N Pepa
• Wyświetleń: 196

Ok, y'all, this is it now bust it
  The mic will sing soon as I touch it
  Do this smooth and easy like
  So we might get hyped in here tonight
  Be nice, relax, MC's further back
  If you ain't with that
  I'm-a have to attack you with a bad rap
  That can smack the smile off your face Jack
  So don't start no crap
  Givin' a little bit of heart and soul
  As we do it to you in your earhole
  Huh, I ain't going out like a sucker
  And if you think so, boy, then pucker up
  And kiss the butt of this lyricist
  Blow on the mic and make a wish
  This groove is set to soothe and move you
  Party people now it's time to
  
  Get up, I think the sound will make you
  Get up, word up, I swear you got to
  Get up, everybody get up
  Get up, everybody get up
  Get up, everybody get up
  
  Spinderella my DJ's a turntable trooper
  My partner Pepa she's a power booster
  Word to life, I swear, she'll seduce ya
  Don't take my word, I'll introduce her
  I don't need no introduction, I just bust in
  Grab a microphone and then start dustin'
  So-called lyricists can never deal with this
  Swift-lipped vocalists either and also if
  I was a mute, I'd still knock boots
  Put up your dukes, troop, and I'm-a play ya like a flute
  To show you all on me you can't sleep on
  Spinderella, please drop some beats on
  This crowd, pump it up loud
  Gimme a scratch, ok now
  It's time for hell to be raised
  As I kick some lyrics on the beats Hurb made
  Salt's at my side with a shotgun
  A little action? I just had some
  What can I say? The girl don't play
  Gonna skip town on Judgement Day
  So don't just sit there like a poo-putt stupid
  The record's called "Get Up", I think you better do it
  
  Get up, everybody get up
  Get up, everybody get up
  Get up, everybody get up
  
  Salty that's me flippin' on MCs
  I'm not gonna waste your time on the strength, I'll be
  Def, dumb, dope, completely phenominal
  You didn't know? Yeah, right, come on now
  Oh, I'm supposed to believe E-M-C-E-E's
  Are glad Salt is makin' G's?
  Save that crap, I got my public to rap to
  Tried to play me out, I ought to slap you, punk
  For being disrespectful
  I grip the microphone like a pitbull terrier
  Yes, but I'm scarier, under a ton of rhymes I'll bury ya
  Hyped like a poet, on the mic I'll show it
  Do-re-mi fa-so-la ti-do it
  Jazz, rhythm, blues, soul, pop, rock 'n roll, even hip-hop
  Lovers, are my brothers and sisters
  All in all over ten billion listeners
  Lend me your ear when you want to hear
  The hypest and ripest sound of the year
  
  Get up, everybody get up...