50 CENT

50 CENT - Get Up lyrics

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Man I'm up in here do my thang, (Get up!)

It's crazy in the club when I'm in there man.(Get up!)

Trust me homie I'm not playin (Get up!)

Now get on the dance floor off the chain

I say(Get up!)

I came to bring me that California love

And a lil' new york hatin it's all of the above

I'm not playin I'm sayin I'm off the chain

You niggas better follow the instructions

I said (Get up!)

I ball till I fall

I stunt till I drop

I'm off the show room floor

Not the used car lot

You buy a bottle

I buy the bar

I make every other week feel like? mardi gras?

When I get in to it

I get in to it

Everybody can't do it the way I do it

I make it rain (rain)

Till the sun come out

A nigga playin (playin)

We make the guns come out

Now, my question is

Who they gonna blame

When I'm back number one on the billboard again

Shit, shift now

The game done change since Mike made thriller and Prince made purple rain

I guess I make the kids wanna slang

And NWA made the west coast bang

Nah it's just music

Man it's just music

Now get your ass on the dance floor and move it

I have the south warfare

I'm the reason everybody here

I say(Get up!)

I make it hot, I make it hot in here

Your feet hurtin I really care

I said (Get up!)

I want to see yo, I want to see you move

And get all into the groove

I said(Get up!)

I'm getting money man I really don't care

Let me see you put your hands up in the air

I said(Get up!)

Girl, you look good

I want to know you better

You look good in them jeans and them red steletos

You got a bently

Coup booty baby

I want to drive

See I tell you what mileage is

When I'm inside

I'm a take you for a spin

You know round and round

Switch gears till your love come down

I take you to the point of no return

If you listen you learn

Just how a nigga earn

I got money to burn

While the Gap Band play

She dropped the bomb on me

It's up and down

And up and down

Gracefully

Rick James would have said she a brick house

Or fifty you should go home to see

What that bitch bout

I found out she like it how I like it, huh,

Back it up

Get cha some

I know how to get you sprung

Tune you up

Use your tounge

Under the hood it's so good

She said it's so good

Goddamn I'm so hood

Nigga wattup

I have the south warfare

I'm the reason everybody here

I say (Get up!)

I make it hot, I make it hot in here

Your feet hurtin I really care

I said (Get up!)

I want to see, I want to see you move

And get all into the groove

I said (Get up!)

I'm getting money man I really don't care

Let me see you put your hands up in the air

I said (Get up!)

And get into it

You are now rocking with the unit

I said (Get up!)

And get into it

We gonna show you just how we do it

I said (Get up!)

Aftermath, still shady aftermath

I said (Get up!)

Aftermath, still shady aftermath

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