Get Up Everybody (Get Up)
Salt-N-Pepa« Get Up Everybody (Get Up) » est une chanson de Salt-N-Pepa, 1988, Pop. La chanson dure 3:32, 93 lines / 528 words.
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0:00Get Up Everybody - Salt-N-Pepa
0:14Ok y'all this is it now bust it
0:17The mic will sing soon as I touch it
0:19Do this smooth and easy like
0:21So we might get hyped in here tonight
0:23Be nice relax
0:25Mc's further back
0:26If you ain't with that
0:27I'm a have to attack you
0:28With a bad rap
0:29That can smack the smile off your face Jack
0:32So don't start no crap
0:33Givin' a little bit of heart and soul
0:35As we do it to you in your earhole
0:38Huh
0:38I ain't going out like a sucker
0:40And if you think so boy
0:42Then pucker up
0:43And kiss the butt of this lyricist
0:45Blow on the mic and make a wish
0:47This groove is set to soothe and move you
0:50Party people now it's time to
0:52Get up
0:52I think the sound will make you get up
0:55Word up I swear you got to get up
0:58Everybody get up
1:01Get up
1:03Everybody get up
1:06Get up
1:08Everybody get up
1:15Spinderella my DJ's a turntable trooper
1:18My partner Pepa she's a power booster
1:20Word to life I swear she'll seduce ya
1:23Don't take my word I'll introduce her
1:25I don't need no introduction I just bust in
1:27Grab a microphone and then start dustin'
1:30So called lyricists can never deal with this
1:32Swift lipped vocalists either and also if
1:34I was a mute I'd still knock boots
1:36Put up your dukes troop and I'm a play ya like a flute
1:39To show you all on me you can't sleep on
1:42Spinderella please drop some beats on
1:44This crowd pump it up loud
1:46Gimme a scratch
1:48Ok now
1:49It's time for hell to be raised
1:50As I kick some lyrics on the beats Hurb made
1:53Salt's at my side with a shotgun
1:56A little action
1:57I just had some
1:58Wicked I say the girl don't play
2:00Gonna skip town on judgement day
2:02So don't just sit there like a poo putt stupid
2:05The record's called
2:05Get up
2:06I think you better do it
2:07Get up
2:09Everybody get up
2:12Get up
2:13Everybody get up
2:16Get up
2:18Everybody get up
2:21Salty that's me flippin' on Mc's
2:23I'm not gonna waste your time on the strength I'll be
2:26Def dumb dope completely phenominal
2:28You didn't know
2:29Yeah right come on now
2:31Oh I'm supposed to believe E M C E E
2:34Are glad
2:34Salt is makin' G's
2:35Save that crap I got my public to rap to
2:38Tried to play me out I ought to slap you punk
2:41For being disrespectful
2:43I grip the microphone like a pitbull terrier
2:46Yes but I'm scarier
2:47Under a ton of rhymes I'll bury ya
2:50Hyped like a poet on the mic I'll show it
2:52Do re mi fa so la ti do it
2:54Jazz rhythm blues soul pop rock 'n roll even hip hop
2:59Lovers are my brothers and sisters
3:02All in all over ten billion listeners
3:04Lend me your ear when you want to hear
3:06The hypest and ripest sound of the year
3:08Get up
3:10Everybody get up
3:13Get up
3:15Everybody get up
3:18Get up
3:19Everybody get up
3:22Get up
3:25Get up
3:27Get up
3:32Get up
Get Up Everybody - Salt-N-Pepa 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 Wicked 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 Mc's 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 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 Get up Everybody get up Get up Everybody get up Get up Get up Get up Get up
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