Get On My Feet - Lyrics - B.G.

Title: Get On My Feet
Artist: B.G.
Composer(s): Christopher N Dorsey, Byron O Thomas

Lyric:
Damn, it's hard, a baby gangsta is strugglin'
The 9-5 done hit, it's time for me to start hustlin'
I gotta get my serve on, them hoes look at me bad
My day 'bout to come, so I'ma bust out on they dog ass

I started wit a fifth and dime rock
Mook had gave me 20 for 10, I had two nines 'cause I pop
I made 20 dollars, best believe I went back
I turned my life of doin bad to a life a slangin' crack

Now I got a job of pushin' rocks up on the block
Plus that drama on my side is a fully loaded Glock
Half on sellin' slabs, I went and scored a fuckin' 8-ball
Nigga gotta stand tall, sort of like a brick wall

Meet me at V.L., it was a real mad clique
I whipped out a knot, them dog hoes got on my dick
Tryin' to fuckin' break me, them hoes used to hate me
I cleaned myself up, now them hoes cannot take me

87, Troy sat me down and they skooled me
They said don't tell my bidness 'cause a nigga would try to do me
This fuckin' Baby Gangsta comin' up in the streets
I'm on a come-up bitch, tryin' to get on my feet

I'm tryin' to get on my feet, I'm a real baby gangsta
Bitch, you stop my come up, then I'm gonna have to gank ya

I'm tryin' to get on my feet, I'm a real baby gangsta
Bitch, you stop my come up, then I'm gonna have to gank ya

The bidness flowin' smooth like water
I got some fuckin' clientele and it's worth three quarters
My mom fount one, but I was still on the road
I slipped in the game, they always said the game was cold

I was slangin' them fuckin' rocks, I made three G's at the most
Then I got caught slippin', he did it easy, one of my jokes
Now Slim and L.T. still keep the shit tight
But when my nigga come [unverified] everything's gon' be alright

Man, it's like this, the set is kinda pain
I'm like the fuckin' Geto Boys livin' in the fast lane
Mail, steady stackin', them hoes a nigga mackin '
And you know I'm straight up packin' for niggas tryin' to jack me

Now the fuckin' law is gettin' hot on the set
I'm playin' it on the cool, gotta put away my tech
I'm chillin' at house, bitch got my number when they fiendin'
They call me all night, them motherfuckers be tweekin '

Yes I'm on the block bitch, I sold a quarter bird
Now have you fuckin' heard, I'ma get it on my fuckin' serve
A fuckin' Baby Gangsta comin' up in the streets
I'm on a come-up bitch, tryin' to get on my feet

I'm tryin' to get on my feet, I'm a real baby gangsta
Bitch, you stop my come up, then I'm gonna have to gank ya

I'm tryin' to get on my feet, I'm a real baby gangsta
Bitch, you stop my come up, then I'm gonna have to gank ya

Like Pac, I'm in so much pain, I'm broke, I'm slangin' in the rain
14, strugglin', pocket full of crack cocaine
Tryin' to come up off a bill
You know I got them hustlin' skills

The nigga from that V.L., Baby Gangsta, yes, you know I'm real
Down for the jack move, nigga like me is savage
Don't let me catch you slippin', I'll kill you wiz, I gots to have it
When I bust my 17, you know I'm gonna get ya
Split ya when ya holler, I know I hit ya

Yes, I know I'm fast, so I hit a nigga stash
When I hit this nigga stash, turn his stash into cash
I wanna stand real tall, have a bird for my own
When I have a bird for my own, gots to get my hustle on

So I'm on the block wit crack, you know I strap my fuckin' gat
False move will get you kilt, rat-tat-tat-tat
So get back wit the gat, nigga don't move
I'ma take wit ya to the head, make sure yo bitch ass dead
Then from the scene a nigga fled

I'ma real nigga, trill nigga, always pack a steel trigga
If you ever play me I'ma plug 'cause I'm a thug nigga
Youngster from the ghetto man, I aint got nothin
I got a gat and a set of nuts, tryin to come up on somethin
So if you slippin on my hood black, I gots to creep
'Cause I'm a nigga tryin to get on my feet

I'm tryin' to get on my feet, I'm a real baby gangsta
Bitch, you stop my come up, then I'm gonna have to gank ya

I'm tryin' to get on my feet, I'm a real baby gangsta
Bitch, you stop my come up, then I'm gonna have to gank ya

I'm tryin' to get on my feet, I'm a real baby gangsta
Bitch, you stop my come up, then I'm gonna have to gank ya

I'm tryin' to get on my feet, I'm a real baby gangsta
Bitch, you stop my come up, then I'm gonna have to gank ya

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Back On My Feet Again - Lyrics - Randy Newman

Title: Back On My Feet Again
Artist: Randy Newman
Composer(s): Sheb Wooley, Buck Owens

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Lyric:
Doctor, let me tell you something about myself
I'm a college man and I'm very wealthy
I've got no time to trifle with trash like you
'Cause I must be 'bout my business

My brother's a machinist in a textile mill
He makes more money than you ever will
He just got married to a Polish girl
With a space between her teeth

My sister's a dancer up in Baltimore
At a small cafe on Main
But she run off with a Negro from the Eastern Shore
Doctor, she didn't even know his name

Get me back on my feet again
Back on my feet again
Open the door and set me free
Get me back on my feet again

He took her down to Mobile in a railroad train
He said, "Driver, take me to the Hotel Paree"
He went into the washroom, washed his face and hands
When he come out he was white as you and me

He said, "Girl, I ain't a Negro, I'm a millionaire
As you can plainly see
So many women were after my money
But I'm proud to say that you were only after me

I'm going to teach you to play polo and how to water ski
And you won't have to dance no more
And I no longer have to pretend to be
A Negro from the Eastern Shore"

Get me back on my feet again
Back on my feet again
Open the door and set me free
Get me back on my feet again

Doctor, doctor, what you say
How 'bout letting me out today?
Ain't no reason for me to stay
Everybody's far away

Get me back on my feet again
Back on my feet again
Open the door and set me free
Get me back on my feet again

Get me back on my feet again
Back on my feet again
Open the door and set me free
Get me back on my feet again

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Slippin' - Lyrics - Flesh Of My Flesh, Blood Of My Blood - Dmx

Title: Slippin'
Album: Flesh Of My Flesh, Blood Of My Blood
Artist: Dmx
Composer(s): M Gomez, G Jr Washington, E Simmons

Lyric:
Ha ha ha ha ha ha uhh
See to live is to suffer but to survive
Well, that's to find meaning in the suffering

Ay yo I'm slippin' I'm fallin' I can't get up
Ay yo I'm slippin' I'm fallin' I can't get up
Ay yo I'm slippin' I'm fallin' I gots to get up
Get me back on my feet so I can tear shit up

Ay yo I'm slippin' I'm fallin' I can't get up
Ay yo I'm slippin' I'm fallin' I can't get up
Ay yo I'm slippin' I'm fallin' I gots to get up
Get me back on my feet so I can tear shit up

I been through mad different phases like Masons
To find my way and now I know that happy days are not far away
If I'm strong enough I'll live long enough to see my kids
Doing something more constructive with they time
Than bids I know because I been there now I'm in there
Sit back and look at what it took for me to get there
First came the, the drama with my mama
She got on some fly shit till I split
And said that I'ma be that seed

That doesn't need much to succeed
Strapped with mad greed and a heart that doesn't bleed
I'm ready for the world or at least I thought I was
Baggin' when I caught a buzz
For thinking about how short I was
Going too fast it wouldn't last but yo I couldn't tell
Group homes and institutions, prepare my ass for jail
They put me in a situation forcin' me to be a man
When I was just learnin' to stand without a helpin' hand

Damn, was it my fault, somethin' I did
To make a father leave his first kid at 7 doin' my first bid?
Back on the scene at 14 with a scheme
To get more cream than I'd ever seen in a dream
And by all means I will be living high off the hog
And I never gave a about much but my dog
That's my only, I had offered my last
Just another little, headed nowhere fast

Ay yo I'm slippin' I'm fallin' I can't get up
Ay yo I'm slippin' I'm fallin' I can't get up
Ay yo I'm slippin' I'm fallin' I gots to get up
Get me back on my feet so I can tear shit up

Ay yo I'm slippin' I'm fallin' I can't get up
Ay yo I'm slippin' I'm fallin' I can't get up
Ay yo I'm slippin' I'm fallin' I gots to get up
Get me back on my feet so I can tear shit up

That ain't the half get's worse as I get older
Actions become bolder heart got colder
Chip on my shoulder that I dared a to touch
Didn't need a click 'coz I scared a that much
One deep went to gids startin' for kicks
Catchin' vicks throwin' bricks gettin by bein' slick
Used to get high just to get by used to have
In the morning before I get fly

I ate something a couple of forties made me hate somethin'
I did some now I'm ready to take something
3 years later showing signs of stress
Didn't keep my hair cut or give a how I dressed
I'm possessed by the darker side livin' the cruddy life
Like this kept a nigga with a bloody knife
Wanna make records but I'm fuckin' up
I'm slippin' I'm fallin' I can't get up

Ay yo I'm slippin' I'm fallin' I can't get up
Ay yo I'm slippin' I'm fallin' I can't get up
Ay yo I'm slippin' I'm fallin' I gots to get up
Get me back on my feet so I can tear shit up

Ay yo I'm slippin' I'm fallin' I can't get up
Ay yo I'm slippin' I'm fallin' I can't get up
Ay yo I'm slippin' I'm fallin' I gots to get up
Get me back on my feet so I can tear shit up

Wasn't long before I hit rock bottom
Like damn look how that rock got him
Open like a window no more Indo look at a video
Sayin' to myself that could've been yo nigga on the TV
Believe me it could be done somethin's got to give
It's got to change 'coz I've got a son
I've got to do the right thing for shorty
And that means no more getting high drinking forties

So I get back lookin' type slick again
Fake jump back on my again
Nothin' but love for those that know how it feel
And much respect to all my that kept it real
Be strong kept a nigga from doin' wrong
Who they is and this is yo song
And to my boo who stuck with a through
All the bullshit you'll get yours because it's due

Ay yo I'm slippin' I'm fallin' I can't get up
Ay yo I'm slippin' I'm fallin' I can't get up
Ay yo I'm slippin' I'm fallin' I gots to get up
Get me back on my feet so I can tear shit up

Ay yo I'm slippin' I'm fallin' I can't get up
Ay yo I'm slippin' I'm fallin' I can't get up
Ay yo I'm slippin' I'm fallin' I gots to get up
Get me back on my feet so I can tear shit up

Can't get up, I gots to get up
This is from the heart baby, don't get it twisted
Ahh X rated!

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Get Up On Ya Feet - Lyrics - Aaron Carter

Title: Get Up On Ya Feet
Artist: Aaron Carter
Composer(s): Nicky Alan Cook, Martin Bushell, Phil Dane

Lyric:
Here we go now
Here we go now
Here we go now
Ah, come on

Get up on ya feet now
Gonna rock the place
Can'tcha see the smile on my face?
Give it to me high, give it to me low
Give it to me, here we go

Get up on ya feet now
Gonna raise the roof, can't stop now
We're crawlin' on through
Yipe-yay-yipe-io
Get up on ya feet now

Hyped up, phsyced out, ready to go
Say ya gotta believe, ya gotta put on the show
Everybody's on the floor sayin' [unverified]
Face to face now we're comin' back
Hear the noise and feel the heat
From block to block and down every street

Don't have to run when ya get the call
Beat the buzz is through it all
Make some noise all you girls and boys
Come on, we're all fired up and ready to roll
Fire it up, fire it up
Here we go

Get up on ya feet now
Gonna rock the place
Can'tcha see the smile on my face?
Give it to me high, give it to me low
Give it to me, here we go

Get up on ya feet now
Gonna raise the roof, can't stop now
We're crawlin' on through
Yipe-yay-yipe-io
Get up on ya feet now

Pumped up, funked up, ready to ryhme
From state to state, workin' over time
When that runaway trains rippin' down the track
Jump aboard and don't look back

Now ya got the flow
It's time to show
The whole world
That you're no joke

Don't have to run when ya get the call
Beat the buzz is through it all
Make some noise all you girls and boys
Come on

We're all fired up and ready to roll
Fire it up, fire it up
Here we go

Get up on ya feet now
Gonna rock the place
Can'tcha see the smile on my face?
Give it to me high, give it to me low
Give it to me, here we go

Get up on ya feet now
Gonna raise the roof
Can't stop now
We're crawlin' on through
Yipe-yay-yipe-io
Get up on ya feet now

Here we go, fire it up, come on, get up
Fire it up, come on, get up
Here we go, fire it up, come on, get up
Ohh, there it is

Fire it up, come on, get up
Fire it up, come on, get up
Fire it up, come on, get up
Ohh, there it is

So make some noise all you girls and boys
Come on, we're all fired up and we're ready to roll
Fire it up, fire it up
Here we go

Get up on ya feet now
Gonna rock the place
Can'tcha see the smile on my face
Give it to me high, give it to me low
Give it to me, here we go

Get up on ya feet now
Gonna raise the roof
Can't stop now
We're crawlin' on through
Yipe-yay-yipe-io
Get up on ya feet now

(On the East coast)
Get up on ya feet now
(On the West coast)
Get up on ya feet now
(Throw your arms to the side)
Get up on ya feet now

(Come on everybody)
Get up on ya feet now
(Who wants to party)
Yipe-yay-yipe-io
Get up on ya feet now

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When I'M Up (I Can'T Get Down) - Lyrics - Play - Great Big Sea

Title: When I'M Up (I Can'T Get Down)
Album: Play
Artist: Great Big Sea
Composer(s): Ian Telfer, Alan Prosser, John Jones

Lyric:
I am the fountain of affection
I'm the instrument of joy
And to keep the good times rolling
I'm the boy, I'm the boy

You know the world could be our oyster
If you just put your trust in me
'Cause we'll keep the good times rolling
Wait and see, wait and see, oh wait and see

This exhaltation
And the sweet disintegration
There's a few discolourations
When it comes along

You know up is why he chooses
All the kisses and the bruises
There ain't nothing he refuses
When it comes along

It comes along and I am lifted
Oh, and I am lifted, I am lifted

When I'm up, I can't get down
Can't get down, can't get level
When I'm up, I can't get down
Get my feet back on the ground

When I'm up, I can't get down
Can't get down, can't get level
When I'm up, I can't get down
Get my feet back on the ground

I just need something to blind him
Something to wind him up
It won't take long to find him
When it comes on strong

Wise guys are grinning
And the street lights are spinning
Oh, the night is just beginning
When it comes on strong

Comes on strong and I am lifted
Oh, I am lifted, I am lifted

When I'm up, I can't get down
Can't get down, can't get level
When I'm up, I can't get down
Get my feet back on the ground

When I'm up, I can't get down
Can't get down, can't get level
When I'm up, I can't get down
Get my feet back on the ground

Said, no, no, no
And I know, no, no, no, I can't get down

Oh, it comes on strong and I am lifted
Oh, it comes on strong and I am lifted
Oh, and I am lifted, I am lifted

When I'm up, I can't get down
Can't get down, can't get level
When I'm up, I can't get down
Get my feet back on the ground

I said, when I'm up, I can't get down
Can't get down, can't get level
When I'm up, I can't get down
Get my feet back on the ground

When I'm up, I can't get down
Can't get down, can't get level
When I'm up, I can't get down
Bring my feet back on the ground

Said no, no, no, I can't get down
And I know, no, no, no, I can't get down
Oh, Lord, when I'm up I know, no, I can't get down

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Back On My Feet Again - Lyrics - Melanie Thornton

Title: Back On My Feet Again
Artist: Melanie Thornton
Composer(s): Mitchell Lennox, Julien Nairolf, Rob Tyger

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Lyric:
I'm better off alone tonight
I'll be no longer by your side
I'm back on my feet again

No matter what you do
Now it's too late
You may not understand
But this is your fate
Can't you see what you do to me?
Are you really so blind?

Get out of my way
Just leave me alone
This is what I want

I'm better off alone tonight
I'll be no longer by your side
I'm back on my feet again
(I'm back, back on my feet)

You better close the door and go
Don't tell me that you miss me so
I'm back on my feet again
(I'm back, back on my feet)
I'm back on my feet again

I don't belong to you
We are apart
You may not understand
But I don't want your heart
You can get with somebody else
I don't care what you do

Don't even call
Just leave me alone
This is what I want

I'm better off alone tonight
I'll be no longer by your side
I'm back on my feet again
(I'm back, back on my feet)

You better close the door and go
Don't tell me that you miss me so
I'm back on my feet again

You think that I'm lonely
But I know it's better without you
You're not the only
I'm not looking for someone like you

I'm better off alone tonight
I'll be no longer by your side
I'm back on my feet again
(I'm back, back on my feet)

You better close the door and go
Don't tell me that you miss me so
I'm back on my feet again

I'm better off alone
I'll be no longer by your side
Close the door and go
I know, I know, I know
I'm back on my feet again

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Paradise (Lost & Found) - Lyrics - The Outer Marker - Just Jack

Title: Paradise (Lost & Found)
Album: The Outer Marker
Artist: Just Jack
Composer(s): Jack Christopher Allsopp

Lyric:
Hanging about in the sun with
Prozac Annie and the Schizo alcoholics
The sharp edged shadows and these mad electronics
The barbecue's burning with the moon ray sensations
I'm lying on my back and watching cloud formations

The barbecue's burning with the moon ray sensations
I'm lying on my back and watching cloud formations
Trying to see the beauty minus the black inside
She told me people came here to get drunk before they died

Too many problems and not enough solutions
Ms. Monroe is in the bathroom taking care of her ablutions
Hiding myself behind illusions, stand back
And watch the evolution of the secondhand lives you're using

So many fucked up souls in this locality
I need the choice of some relative banality
The raw twistings of your mind spewing forth
As you stare at me is fucking scaring me

Paradise lost and paradise found
I'm just trying to keep my feet on the ground
Paradise lost and paradise found
And I'm just trying to get lost in my sound

Paradise lost and paradise found
I'm just trying to keep my feet on the ground
I'm just trying to keep my feet on the ground

Storms rage across metallic skies
Reflecting in the multi-faceted eyes
Of lazy buzzing flies, the heavens collide
In primeval cacophonies, I contemplate my demise
And hope the gods are appeased

A long distance love affair that's alive but barely breathing
A thousand times I thought about leaving
Giving all this up and put myself at your mercy
But still scared to death about the fact you might hurt me

Instead I came here and became an agony uncle
And now I'm saddled with this freaky carbuncle
Who's stalking me forcefully and I'm begging her
Please let me go about my business peacefully

Let my days flow seamlessly
'Cause since you've been around
Everything's got so messy, you stress me
God bless me and test me daily

Paradise lost and paradise found
I'm just trying to keep my feet on the ground
Paradise lost and paradise found
And I'm just trying to get lost in my sound

Paradise lost and paradise found
I'm just trying to keep my feet on the ground
I'm just trying to keep my feet on the ground

Well, it's the original tales of the unexpected
You thought I couldn't do it now stand corrected
'Cause I'm connected to every nerve ending
Cerebral cortex messages I'm sending

There's two sides to every story black and white
The day and night, wrong and right
And the paradise lost and found
All inside this sound

Paradise lost and paradise found
I'm just trying to keep my feet on the ground
Paradise lost and paradise found
And I'm just trying to get lost in my sound

Paradise lost and paradise found
I'm just trying to keep my feet on the ground
I'm just trying to keep my feet on the ground

Paradise lost and paradise found
I'm just trying to keep my feet on the ground
Paradise lost and paradise found
And I'm just trying to get lost in my sound

Paradise lost and paradise found
I'm just trying to keep my feet on the ground
I'm just trying to keep my feet on the ground

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Understand - Lyrics - Stay - Jeremy Camp

Title: Understand
Album: Stay
Artist: Jeremy Camp
Composer(s): Jeremy Camp

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Lyric:
Every time I fall down on my face
I see the one who bore all my shame
Well to know that you are everything I need you to be
You're my ever present help in time of need

I know you understand it all
So why don't I get back on my feet again?
I know you understand it all
So why don't I get back on my feet again?
I know you understand it all

Every pain I feel inside my heart
It takes a faith I know I can't depart
Well to know that you hear every cry I raise to you
Bringing thoughts of hope the words I bring I know are few

I know you understand it all
So why don't I get back on my feet again?
I know you understand it all
So why don't I get back on my feet again?
I know you understand it all

Will you hear me when I call? Were you there when I fall?
Will you hear me when I call?
Will you hear me when I call? Were you there when I fall?
Will you hear me when I call?

Will you hear me when I call? Will you hear me when I call?
I am yours
Will you hear me when I call? Will you hear me when I call?
I am yours

So why don't I get back on my feet again?
I know you understand it all
So why don't I get back on my feet again?
I know you understand it all
So why don't I get back on my feet again?
I know you understand it all

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In-Dependence Day - Lyrics - In with the Out Crowd - Less Than Jake

Title: In-Dependence Day
Album: In with the Out Crowd
Artist: Less Than Jake
Composer(s): Vinny Fiorello, Roger Manganelli

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Lyric:
Rescue me from boring times
It's a story I know, line by line
Different deep on the inside
Isn't different if you have to try?
Have to try?

I'm borderline, day after day
Waitin' to get knocked off my feet again
Time passes by like a slow parade
Waitin' to get knocked off my feet again
(Knocked to my knees again)

The measurements of my success
Are always measured in not makin' sense
My motivation's taking bets
It's apologies or arguments
With a head full of cans and cant's
(Head full of cans and cant's)

I try and try and try to remember
Why I think it's now or it's never?

I'm borderline day after day
Waitin' to get knocked off my feet again
Time passes by like a slow parade
Waitin' to get knocked off my feet again
(Knocked on my knees again)
(Knocked on my knees again)

I try and try and try to remember
Why I think it's now or it's never?

I'm borderline day after day
Waitin' to get knocked off my feet again
Time passes by like a slow parade
Waitin' to get knocked off my feet again

I'm borderline day after day
Waitin' to get knocked off my feet again
Time passes by like a slow parade
Waitin' to get knocked off my feet again
(Knocked on my knees again)
Knocked on my knees again

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Bapes - Lyrics - souljaboytellem.Com - Soulja Boy

Title: Bapes
Album: souljaboytellem.Com
Artist: Soulja Boy
Composer(s): Deandre Way

Lyric:
A-Rab man, I just got back from the mall, man
Guess what I get
Man, what you get Soulja Boy?
Man, I got me some bathin' apes

I got me some bathin' apes
I got me some bathin' apes
I got me some bathin' apes

Check out my bathin' apes
I'm fresh to death and you like me
Don't try to cop my style, man, stick to 'em Nike
Green, white, black inside these

Super clean bathin' apes
My shoes like my chain
Shine hard they might hurt ya face
I'm clean in this thang

B A P E S up on my feet
Fresh fade with the waves
30/30 boys up on my team
You wanna get 'em

But you can't get like me
Askin' me
?Soulja Boy, where you get ya shoes??

I got me some bathin' apes
I got me some bathin' apes
I got me some bathin' apes

Bathin' apes on my feet
And everybody heard me kicks
Purple, yellow, white
Like my Kobe Bryant jersey

You ain't neva seen these shoes
Then let me tell you somethin', son
You see how fresh this shoes is
These is not no Air Force One

Step up on the stage with my mouth on froze
Bathin' apes on my feet, put the crowd on hold
Haters, see I'm on my feet, I know they get mad a lil'
A-Rab rockin' more colors then a bag of skittles

I got me some bathin' apes
I got me some bathin' apes
I got me some bathin' apes

Bathin' apes on my feet
So I gotta keep it movin'
Step up on the scene
Tell the girls start chosin'

Start chosin'
Start chosin'
Start chosin'
Start chosin', right now

Bathin' apes on my feet
So I gotta keep it movin'
Step up on the scene
Tell the girl start chosin'

Start chosin'
Start chosin'
Start chosin'
Start chosin'

I got me some bathin' apes
I got me some bathin' apes
I got me some bathin' apes
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Bapes (Remix) - Lyrics - Soulja Boy

Title: Bapes (Remix)
Artist: Soulja Boy
Composer(s): Deandre Way

Lyric:
A-Rab man, I just got back from the mall, man
Guess what I get
Man, what you get Soulja Boy?
Man, I got me some bathin' apes

I got me some bathin' apes
I got me some bathin' apes
I got me some bathin' apes

Check out my bathin' apes
I'm fresh to death and you like me
Don't try to cop my style, man, stick to 'em Nike
Green, white, black inside these

Super clean bathin' apes
My shoes like my chain
Shine hard they might hurt ya face
I'm clean in this thang

B A P E S up on my feet
Fresh fade with the waves
30/30 boys up on my team
You wanna get 'em

But you can't get like me
Askin' me
?Soulja Boy, where you get ya shoes??

I got me some bathin' apes
I got me some bathin' apes
I got me some bathin' apes

Bathin' apes on my feet
And everybody heard me kicks
Purple, yellow, white
Like my Kobe Bryant jersey

You ain't neva seen these shoes
Then let me tell you somethin', son
You see how fresh this shoes is
These is not no Air Force One

Step up on the stage with my mouth on froze
Bathin' apes on my feet, put the crowd on hold
Haters, see I'm on my feet, I know they get mad a lil'
A-Rab rockin' more colors then a bag of skittles

I got me some bathin' apes
I got me some bathin' apes
I got me some bathin' apes

Bathin' apes on my feet
So I gotta keep it movin'
Step up on the scene
Tell the girls start chosin'

Start chosin'
Start chosin'
Start chosin'
Start chosin', right now

Bathin' apes on my feet
So I gotta keep it movin'
Step up on the scene
Tell the girl start chosin'

Start chosin'
Start chosin'
Start chosin'
Start chosin'

I got me some bathin' apes
I got me some bathin' apes
I got me some bathin' apes
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Don'T Stop - Lyrics - Mariah Carey

Title: Don'T Stop
Artist: Mariah Carey
Composer(s): Kenneth Ifill, Malik Tyler, Thomas Browne, Ernesto Shaw, Clue Dj, Thomassina Smith, Mariah Carey

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Lyric:
Do the thing
Watch yourself
Get on the floor
Move your feet

It ain't nothin' that you can do with the man
Except for shake your ass, clap your hands
Bob your head and move your feet
I ain't the type of rapper just to ride a beat

I set the track on fire
I take the roof the house and knock out your tires
It's the funk in here
Let Mystikal move you and Mariah sing

Don't stop, baby
It's ecstasy
(Watch yourself)
Turn me up a little higher, baby, light my fire
Tell me every little thing you wanna do
(Do it again, do it again)
I'm into you
(Get on the floor)

Don't stop, baby
(Shake your ass, shake your ass)
It's ecstasy
(Party, shake the whole grill)
Turn me up a little higher, baby, light my fire
(Sing)
Tell me every little thing you wanna do
(Hey)
I just wanna love you
(Bob your head and move your feet)

Heads up, look out it's 'bout to go down
And what they didn't know about me then I bet they know now
I'm 'bout to prove my fame
So just get out the way and let me do it again

It's on tonight
I'm known to be more vulgar than the garbage truck, sucka
You can't stop a train
You ain't got no umbrella, so get your ass out the rain

You ain't louder than this
I'm like a bowl of gumbo you ain't hotter than this
I'm what they play in the club
I keep them movin' till I leave that's what they payin' me for

You already know what I do
So have my money and my munchies and my cigars too
I'm known for bringin' the heat, the heat
Ain't nobody cuttin' up but MC and MT

Don't stop baby
(Shake your ass, shake your ass)
It's ecstasy
(Watch yourself, watch yourself)
Turn me up a little higher, baby, light my fire
Tell me every little thing you wanna do
(Do it again, do it again)
I'm into you
(Uh, oh, uh, oh, get on the floor, get on the floor)

Don't stop, baby
(Move your feet, your feet)
It's ecstasy
(Party, shake the whole grill)
Turn me up a little higher, baby, light my fire
(Sing)
Tell me every little thing you wanna do
(Hey, hey)
I just wanna love you
(Li-li-ling)

Go ahead and party
Mix that with that dark but don't waste it on my Jordan's
Keep laughin' till your mouth tired
Go ahead and move somethin' up but take that cigarette outside

Get on the floor
It's another number one debut for sure
Now say it ain't real
And if I ain't a fool why you can't keep still sing

I feel it, oh
(Hey, hey)
And I let it get into me
(For sure, for sure)
Jamaican funk that's what it was, oh
(Dance, dance)
Let it get into you
(Watch yourself)

Don't stop, baby
(Clap your hands, clap your hands)
It's ecstasy
(Get on the floor, get on the floor)
Turn me up a little higher, baby, light my fire
Tell me every little thing you wanna do
(Party, party)
I'm into you
(It's on tonight, it's on tonight)

Don't stop, baby
(Shake your ass, shake your ass)
It's ecstasy
(Watch yourself, watch yourself)
Turn me up a little higher, baby, light my fire
Tell me every little thing you wanna do
(Do it again, do it again)
I just wanna love you
(Get on the floor)

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Don'T Stop (Funkin' 4 Jamaica) - Lyrics - Glitter - Mariah Carey

Title: Don'T Stop (Funkin' 4 Jamaica)
Album: Glitter
Artist: Mariah Carey
Composer(s): Kenneth Ifill, Malik Tyler, Thomas Browne, Ernesto Shaw, Clue Dj, Thomassina Smith, Mariah Carey

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Lyric:
Do the thing
Watch yourself
Get on the floor
Move your feet

It ain't nothin' that you can do with the man
Except for shake your ass, clap your hands
Bob your head and move your feet
I ain't the type of rapper just to ride a beat

I set the track on fire
I take the roof the house and knock out your tires
It's the funk in here
Let Mystikal move you and Mariah sing

Don't stop, baby
It's ecstasy
(Watch yourself)
Turn me up a little higher, baby, light my fire
Tell me every little thing you wanna do
(Do it again, do it again)
I'm into you
(Get on the floor)

Don't stop, baby
(Shake your ass, shake your ass)
It's ecstasy
(Party, shake the whole grill)
Turn me up a little higher, baby, light my fire
(Sing)
Tell me every little thing you wanna do
(Hey)
I just wanna love you
(Bob your head and move your feet)

Heads up, look out it's 'bout to go down
And what they didn't know about me then I bet they know now
I'm 'bout to prove my fame
So just get out the way and let me do it again

It's on tonight
I'm known to be more vulgar than the garbage truck, sucka
You can't stop a train
You ain't got no umbrella, so get your ass out the rain

You ain't louder than this
I'm like a bowl of gumbo you ain't hotter than this
I'm what they play in the club
I keep them movin' till I leave that's what they payin' me for

You already know what I do
So have my money and my munchies and my cigars too
I'm known for bringin' the heat, the heat
Ain't nobody cuttin' up but MC and MT

Don't stop baby
(Shake your ass, shake your ass)
It's ecstasy
(Watch yourself, watch yourself)
Turn me up a little higher, baby, light my fire
Tell me every little thing you wanna do
(Do it again, do it again)
I'm into you
(Uh, oh, uh, oh, get on the floor, get on the floor)

Don't stop, baby
(Move your feet, your feet)
It's ecstasy
(Party, shake the whole grill)
Turn me up a little higher, baby, light my fire
(Sing)
Tell me every little thing you wanna do
(Hey, hey)
I just wanna love you
(Li-li-ling)

Go ahead and party
Mix that with that dark but don't waste it on my Jordan's
Keep laughin' till your mouth tired
Go ahead and move somethin' up but take that cigarette outside

Get on the floor
It's another number one debut for sure
Now say it ain't real
And if I ain't a fool why you can't keep still sing

I feel it, oh
(Hey, hey)
And I let it get into me
(For sure, for sure)
Jamaican funk that's what it was, oh
(Dance, dance)
Let it get into you
(Watch yourself)

Don't stop, baby
(Clap your hands, clap your hands)
It's ecstasy
(Get on the floor, get on the floor)
Turn me up a little higher, baby, light my fire
Tell me every little thing you wanna do
(Party, party)
I'm into you
(It's on tonight, it's on tonight)

Don't stop, baby
(Shake your ass, shake your ass)
It's ecstasy
(Watch yourself, watch yourself)
Turn me up a little higher, baby, light my fire
Tell me every little thing you wanna do
(Do it again, do it again)
I just wanna love you
(Get on the floor)

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Out There - Lyrics - Project Pat

Title: Out There
Artist: Project Pat
Composer(s): Paul Beauregard, Earl Patrick Houston, Jordan Houston

Lyric:
Hey pass me a beer man
Here you go
Man that nigga been standing on the same goddamn spot
Slagin' that shit about the last 4-5 days man
Wit the same clothes on, ain't even been home yet

I don't even think so I wonder if he smoking or selling
That shit he had to be smoking or snortin' something
To up for them 4-5 days

Naw, I heard he shot somebody man
For real?
That's the reason why he probably can't go home
Yeah, you know like what you call been missing to man
I think that's the nigga, he suppose to be frontin' his money to

That's why the police been drivin' around so hard
Yeah, burning the spot up man, yeah
Yeah, we might need to gone call 528-CASH
That nigga ass and turn him on in

We need to man to make that little change man
Get some mo beers or something
Yeah, we gone do that

Need to hurry up and gone, turn that nigga ass in man make
This neighborhood probably a little bit safer man
A little bit more
Atleast for us or somthing dang

Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip
Rocks in my sock, pocket full of chips
Watchin' for the pigs, splitin' hataz wigs
Stackin' me some grip, playa can ya dig?

Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip
Rocks in my sock, pocket full of chips
Watchin' for the pigs, splitin' hataz wigs
Stackin' me some grip, playa can ya dig?

Project Pat a nigga that's down for his crown man
If your ass step I'ma be downtown man
4th floor bound man that's if I get caught man
Push me to the edge so it really ain't my fault man

See I gotta die man, don't you even try man
Enemies gone bleed once, I let these bullets fly man
Momma gonna cry man, I like to get high man
Niggas passing plates snortin' line after line man

I got's to get mine man, robbing was the crime man
That a nigga did but I done serve my time man
Put that all behind man, get out on the grind man
Slang some of this dope in the steets or my ride man

See I ain't a fool man, fuck listen to you man
Why you in my grill? And you knowin' we ain't cool man
Project ain't a duck man, see I know waz up man
Get up off my dick like a motherfucking slut man

Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip
Rocks in my sock, pocket full of chips
Watchin' for the pigs, splitin' hataz wigs
Stackin' me some grip, playa can ya dig?

Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip
Rocks in my sock, pocket full of chips
Watchin' for the pigs, splitin' hataz wigs
Stackin' me some grip, playa can ya dig?

Where I'm from man, ain't no sunshine
Only shine on a doggs ass if his ass don't get on the grind
Doin' time help a nigga out to clear up my head
Use to have a shank and a knife that was by my bed

It was said I would end up dead working in the streets
But the streets is the only thang I see payin' me quarter key fuck
Servin' deals rockin' to the shake slangin' guns slangin' TV's
Man, I'm tryin' to make all I can my nigga puncho at a hoes house

Get her drunk, take her to the back, put dick in her mouth
Leave the front door unlocked, my nig turn the radio
Pull the car up into the yard, cleaning out the hoe
You should know that a burglary really ain't for me

I just got out the tentary tryin' to get my feet
Get the cheese off the merchandise, went a bought a deal
Nigga , please you say you don't steal I'ma keep it real

Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip
Rocks in my sock, pocket full of chips
Watchin' for the pigs, splitin' hataz wigs
Stackin' me some grip, playa can ya dig?

Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip
Rocks in my sock, pocket full of chips
Watchin' for the pigs, splitin' hataz wigs
Stackin' me some grip, playa can ya dig?

Hataz like to get a playa twisted in that bullshita
And game splita I'm also a wig splita your ass getta
Shoot up by the 9 mila, your cap I drilla
When fucking with real nigga the chrome trigga

Shall regulate a punk quicker a bullet hit ya
I'm zoned of that brown liquor you need
To get ya nose outta niggas biz quit spreadin' rumors
Like a motherfucking punk bitch, my trunk is the bed
For a kidnapped victim, hollow point hit them pull out my gun
Your hands, you get them up in the air

Ah, because you came to me in error, don't wanna scare ya
See you have manifest in terror I know these bullets
Will pop your shit off like a meleon, let's bust it up man
Fuck man who you tellin' it's armagedeon the North Memphis crack
We sellin' you, pass me the potent weed is what they yellin'

Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip
Rocks in my sock, pocket full of chips
Watchin' for the pigs, splitin' hataz wigs
Stackin' me some grip, playa can ya dig?

Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip
Rocks in my sock, pocket full of chips
Watchin' for the pigs, splitin' hataz wigs
Stackin' me some grip, playa can ya dig?

Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip
Rocks in my sock, pocket full of chips
Watchin' for the pigs, splitin' hataz wigs
Stackin' me some grip, playa can ya dig?
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How Gangstas Roll - Lyrics - Get Money, Stay True - Paul Wall

Title: How Gangstas Roll
Album: Get Money, Stay True
Artist: Paul Wall
Composer(s): Marvin P Gaye, James Nyx, Crystal Slayton, Paul Michael Slayton, Leroy Williams

Lyric:
You can catch me ridin' in da Lac top down, seat back
Keepin' heat up on my lap, I'm throwed, I'm throwed
Every hood that I'm in, white cup in my hand
Blowin' kush in the wind, I'm blowed, I'm blowed

Any day of da week, new grill, new piece
From my head to my feet, I'm cold, I'm cold
New shoes on my ride, bad bitch on my side
Man, dat's how gangstas roll, dat's how gangstas roll

I'm higher than a top flite, throwed 'em like a splitter
My pockets keep gettin' bigger 'cuz I'm one bad figga
Boppas 'n' gold diggaz on the track, at work
I'm hurtin' feelins in dat Benz wit a deuce and a Squirt

I'm a filibuster for hustlers, invadin' dem mark bustaz
Leanin' like I'm on crutches as I ski taste slurp
Swangin' and woodworkin', convertin' these closed curtains
For certain, I better not spill no purple drank on my shirt

I'm hustle for occupation, I'm grindin', paper chasin'
These boys are steady hatin', so this pistol, I'm embracin'
Dat Lac is so amazin' and da elbows is skatin'
Cranker wires 'n' vogue tires, one hell of collaboration

Amos, Farris 'n' Slaton, we, Jordan, Jackson 'n' Pippen
Banana clip for dem snitches tryin' to monkey wrench my pimpin'
Never been caught slippin' 'cuz dat glock, I hold
Now let me tell ya how I roll, come on

You can catch me ridin' in da Lac top down, seat back
Keepin' heat up on my lap, I'm throwed, I'm throwed
Every hood that I'm in, white cup in my hand
Blowin' kush in the wind, I'm blowed, I'm blowed

Any day of da week, new grill, new piece
From my head to my feet, I'm cold, I'm cold
New shoes on my ride, bad bitch on my side
Man, dat's how gangstas roll, dat's how gangstas roll

I'm comin' down in a candy Lac, old skool
Wavin' trunk on dem punks, act a fool
Tippin' paint, drippin' wet like a pool
Breakin' brews, neck cool, it's full of jewels

Rumor is dat dem jackass on da sideline, schemin' and plottin'
But my mind on dem boppaz, if I spot 'em I got 'em
I got slabs, I got foreigns wit da seats, all plush
I got brandy wine gloss, baby, please don't touch

I got 20s, I got 4s I got screens and such
Boppaz yappin' 'cuz they say I tend to cap too much
I got starch in my jeans and da crease so sharp
Headlights on my ear when the night get dark

White ones on my toes, brand new, out the box
Interior decorate the watch, I'm connectin the dots
I got stocks, I got money, that's a fat billfold
Now let me tell ya how I roll, come on

You can catch me ridin' in da Lac top down, seat back
Keepin' heat up on my lap, I'm throwed, I'm throwed
Every hood that I'm in, white cup in my hand
Blowin' kush in the wind, I'm blowed, I'm blowed

Any day of da week, new grill, new piece
From my head to my feet, I'm cold, I'm cold
New shoes on my ride, bad bitch on my side
Man, dat's how gangstas roll, dat's how gangstas roll

Hatin' is so contagious, these days, there's no cure
This new outbreak creatin' is out of hand for sure
These boys are steady lyin', my money is multiplyin'
Look close, there's no denyin', them boys softer than fur

Killa kush smoke, I blow as the lungs inhale
Gangsta leanin' on dat oil, I got a story to tell
Laws trippin' when they see me askin', "What's that smell?"
Raw FedEx-ed me some x pills, we call it email

Lights, camera, action, I'm the shit and I show it
A young gangsta hood boy, so fly and I know it
Steady breakin' boys off, 5 karat in earlobe
Givin' somethin' that you can feel, my swangas is in vogue

I'm too cool for school, all work no play
Impeccable with this pen, I got somethin' to say
My repertoire is throwed, I follow the G code
Let me tell ya how I roll, come on

You can catch me ridin' in da Lac top down, seat back
Keepin' heat up on my lap, I'm throwed, I'm throwed
Every hood that I'm in, white cup in my hand
Blowin' kush in the wind, I'm blowed, I'm blowed

Any day of da week, new grill, new piece
From my head to my feet, I'm cold, I'm cold
New shoes on my ride, bad bitch on my side
Man, dat's how gangstas roll, dat's how gangstas roll

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Blackout - Lyrics - Stage (Live) - David Bowie

Title: Blackout
Album: Stage (Live)
Artist: David Bowie
Composer(s): David Jones

Lyric:
Oh you, you walk on past
Your lips got a smile on your face
(Your scalding face)
To the cage, to the cage

She was a beauty in a cage
Too, too high a price
To drink rotting wine from your hands, your
(Fearful hands)

Get me to a doctors', I've been told
Someone's back in town, the chips are down
I just cut and blackout
I'm under Japanese influence and my honor's at stake

The weather's grim, ice on the cages
Me, I'm Robin Hood
And I puff on my cigarette
Panthers are steaming, stalking, screaming

If you don't stay tonight
I will take that plane tonight
I've nothing to lose, nothing to gain
I'll kiss you in the rain

Kiss you in the rain
(Kiss you in the rain)
Kiss you in the rain
(Kiss you in the rain)
In the rain
(In the rain)

Get me to the doctor
Get me off the streets
(Get some protection)
Get me on my feet
(Some direction)

Hot air gets me into a blackout
Oh, get me off the streets
Get some protection
Oh get me on my feet

While the streets block off
Getting some skin
Exposure to the blackout
(Get some protection)
Get me on my feet
(Get some direction)

Oh, get me on my feet
Get me off the streets
(Get some protection)
Get a second, get
Yeah, get a second breath of advice
And a second blow

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Got My Feet On The Ground - Lyrics - Kinda Kinks - Kinks

Title: Got My Feet On The Ground
Album: Kinda Kinks
Artist: Kinks
Composer(s): Dave Davies, Ray Davies

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Lyric:
I wanna lot out of life but I know my limitations
Guess I want a lot of things and got my inclinations
Got my feet on the ground and I'm standing on my own
I don't need no one, I don't need no one

I've learned a lot out of life, watchin' other folks mistakes
Funny things that they can get for finding out too late
I got my feet on the ground, and I'm standing on my own
I don't need no one, I don't need no one

Well, I don't need nobody else
All I need is a single ticket
When I travel on my own
Not afraid to be alone
I got my feet upon the ground
And I'm standing on my own

When I travel far and wide
And looking for a four leaf clover
Don't mind if I can't find it
Got no chip upon my shoulder

Got my feet on the ground
And I'm standing on my own
I don't need no one
I don't need no one

Well, I don't need nobody else
All I need is a single ticket
When I travel on my own
Not afraid to be alone
I got my feet upon the ground
And I'm standing on my own

When I travel far and wide
And looking for a four leaf clover
Don't mind if I can't find it
Got no chip upon my shoulder

Got my feet on the ground
And I'm standing on my own
I don't need no one, I don't need no one

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Get Up And Get It - Lyrics - Thug World Order - Bone Thugs N Harmony

Title: Get Up And Get It
Album: Thug World Order
Artist: Bone Thugs N Harmony
Composer(s): Steven Howse, Felecia Lindsey, Kimberly Ward, Mike Chesser, Stephen Shockley, Charles Scruggs, Bryon Mccane, Adam Gibbs, Anthony Henderson

Lyric:
You gotta get up, get out and get something
Get up, get up, get up, get up, get up and get it
You gotta get up, get out and get something
Get up, get up, get up, get up, get up and get it

You gotta get up, get out and get something
Get up, get up, get up, get up, get up and get it
You gotta get up, get up, get up, get up
Get up, get up, get up, get up, get up and get it

It's all about money ain't nobody frontin'
I gotta go get it we gotta survive
Whether it's workin' a nine to five
Or ridin' the hustle I gotta get mine, bottom line

Most of my time I'm out here puttin' in work
For all of my days that I run this earth
I'ma make it count for what it's worth
You never know about this life
And the type of pain that it can bring

That's why you gotta get off of you're thing
'Cuz it ain't no dream and it ain't no game
We so serious, dogg you know it don't stop
I know time is the devil's workshop

See I do it I did it and y'all know that I'm wit it
I'll give anything for passin' and take to it back
A hustlin' little brother with crack
But now I grind a little bit harder
Harder my niggaz stories in order

See, it was hard for me momma
My mother dropped in the water
My sister was damn fast

Heather was right behind ya
Cassie, that's my little sister
My father loved you like the only child
Funny, he ain't never seen my smile

Get up, get out and get something
Get up, get up, get up, get up, get up and get it
You gotta get up, get out and get something
Get up, get up, get up, get up, get up and get it

You gotta get up, get out and get something
Get up, get up, get up, get up, get up and get it
You gotta get up, get up, get up, get up
Get up, get up, get up, get up, get up and get it

You betta get on yo grind
You betta go get it if you really tryin' to shine
You betta be keepin' yo eyes on your prize at all times

Keepin' it real for my all of my thugs in the projects
The niggaz that ain't got shit
Not havin' this nonsense my niggaz

My momma said, boy if you ever wanna be anything
Get off the couch and out my house, use your brain
So I took heed and I jumped right up on my feet
Got off the streets and I'll be in heat
I'm laughing at police now

Coming to you like this
This used to be child, is now a grown man
Don't play with the wrong hand
But I never could quit 'cuz I'm playin' a strong man

Everybody got a point to prove
You might as well start today
Rather than puttin' it off tomorrow
You're lettin' it slip away, lil' Lay, I parle

And get paid, and that's all
And I creep and I rise, in yo eyes I still ball
And stand tall with my chest

And my cheek to the sky
I'm in it to win it my nigga believe it
Until the day that I die, so come on

Get up, get out and get something
Get up, get up, get up, get up, get up and get it
You gotta get up, get out and get something
Get up, get up, get up, get up, get up and get it

You gotta get up, get out and get something
Get up, get up, get up, get up, get up and get it
You gotta get up, get up, get up, get up
Get up, get up, get up, get up, get up and get it

Anything you want, anything you need
You gotta get it, yeah and go get it
Ain't comin' to you, you gotta put in your dues
Show the world that you can do it

Don't let nobody hold you back
So you betta get your hustle on
Baby betta get your hustle on
You betta

We some of the livest, you know
True thugs don't really mind to riot, let it go
They sayin' get up and get it
Yes we went and did it, you won't admit it
'Cuz you hatin', 'cuz you can't get it

Every since I was a young thug
Been creepin' showin' mo' love
Even when I got it you best to give it up
It's Cleveland, until we get what we want we ain't leaving
This is what we want with no chumps, please believe it

Get up, get out and get something
Get up, get up, get up, get up, get up and get it
You gotta get up, get out and get something
Get up, get up, get up, get up, get up and get it

You gotta get up, get out and get something
Get up, get up, get up, get up, get up and get it
You gotta get up, get up, get up, get up
Get up, get up, get up, get up, get up and get it

Get up, get out and get something
Get up, get up, get up, get up, get up and get it
You gotta get up, get out and get something
Get up, get up, get up, get up, get up and get it

You gotta get up, get out and get something
Get up, get up, get up, get up, get up and get it
You gotta get up, get up, get up, get up
Get up, get up, get up, get up, get up and get it

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