Dj Quik - Get Up lyrics
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(feat. AMG & The Game) [9 second intro to start] [DJ Quik] I'm gettin my kicks dirty, I'm blowin my mid-30's Niggaz they want me buried but, I'm in no hurry Bullets flyin in flurries, my gat don't work but I still need one to carry And I bring the bereavement, when you hit the ce-ment Police picked me up to talk but I wasn't worried I remembered the song that was sang from the birdie Cause when he whistled he was pushin up that milk thistle, get it? These stupid niggaz they ain't playin for keeps These niggaz playin for cheaps, they disobeyin the streets Never fear the inevitable, death will come And when your breath goes numb, you lookin up to the sheets I seen it comin and I'm watchin the drama grow And stressin enough to break the needle and thread where mama sewin I'm slow-flowin, move back and forth like a boa Still movin hoes in 2's to the boat, like I was Noah [Chorus: The Game] Get up, cause nigga we'll lay you down You don't wanna be six feet underground So get up, we don't play around You gotta watch your back when you outta town Get up, when you hear the sound The Compton nigga's comin back for the crown So get up, when you feel the pound And your rest is short, we'll lay you down [The Game] Black Air Force Ones, guns under the Louis Vuitton bomber It ain't like I need armor I give a nigga one warning, cause if I get you shot Then I'm Tupac and that's bad karma I came to get my dip on, find me a round-the-way girl in Gucci slip-ons, I know what you thinkin This ain't another diss song, why they bleedin me in Quik songs Where Snoop and Nate Dogg get they crip on The West been gone, I'm from Compton I know firsthand Quik been holdin it down for 10 strong And Dre got 20 in, all you got to brag about is a couple, bitches is spittin wimps You wouldn't have a deal if it wasn't no Big I did 106 & Park with no vid How he get inside MTV with no spins No Em, no Dre, I'm the hottest since Jay [Chorus] [AMG] AMG nigga, Dirty West Nile Any time of the day, you might hear {*POW*} Fightin up at the club, fightin out on the beach Here's a word to the wise, bring heat From the Bay to L.A., the S.D. Niggaz slingin kilos of yay, pounds of weed You niggaz need to catch up, cause I'm bound to speed Pick a car, any car, 24's to D's And if you like what you see, baby let me know I let you play with the D back up at the mo' I need a freak like you hoes be needin rent money It's 7 days in the week and man they all sunny 80 degrees, tall palm trees Much too many dimes and too many G's Everybody know about the B's and C's Shit cost a chip, nigga bring your cheese and [Chorus]
