Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Get Up, artist - Cocoa Brovaz. Date of issue: 31.12.2001
Song language: English
Get Up |
| Yeah, yeah, yeah |
| This for my niggas worldwide |
| In the parks |
| In the yard |
| In the bar |
| Ya knawmean |
| (Yeah yeah) This shit over the top (Where NY at?) |
| *some lines will be added and withdrawn through the song* |
| Tek & Steel on the track make ya (Get up) |
| Big guns cocked back make ya (Get up) |
| Bob Marley spliff back’ll make ya (Get up) |
| Big 6 on 20 inch make ya (Get up) |
| (Come on) |
| Jam session in the park |
| Smith-N-Wessun start |
| Charge when the session spark |
| Brooklyn test ya heart |
| New York City, Bucktown Commity |
| Stay busy, break big bricks and stay gritty |
| We stay sick |
| How I sweat shit |
| I’m 12 cylinder, you in a V6 |
| Don’t hate shit |
| Congradulate bitch |
| Get ya weight and count up |
| Fuck your weight dick |
| You wanna take this |
| Then take six (buck) |
| Hot shots leave you faceless or wasted |
| Learn the basics |
| We make you famous |
| Make the papers |
| Make you find your faces when you play this |
| I don’t know why you comin' trough school-faced-up |
| Blue-faced-up |
| Frontin' like a dog ya mut |
| Get touched up *slap* |
| Thinkin that you teflon proof |
| Smack the po tryna get away and rap the proof |
| When BK in the spot ya know ya gotta (Get up) |
| When my new shit drop watch ya all (Get up) |
| Every time we in ya hood watcha (Get up) |
| Let a half a clip loose at ya watcha (Get up) |
| Y’all dudes keep rhymin', freestylin' for health |
| Like Nike I just do it for wealth |
| Shoot dice in the park, stack guns on the shelf |
| Hate dependin' on niggas, so I get it for delf |
| These niggas come thru in the club |
| When ya get the crush, anything that go down |
| Gotta deal wit us |
| If we ain’t dealin' bucks |
| It don’t appeal to us |
| If these ladies keep it real |
| The they can chill wit us |
| ??? |
| bread bill wit us |
| What will we discuss? |
| Bills by the break truck |
| All rocks taped up |
| I got a staff of staffs |
| Ears clipped as pups |
| That attack at the nuts when I yell click up |
| I got gunners and runners in the hood I stay |
| 'Til this day, never saw you where I lay |
| Fuck the smoke, must want yo life to close |
| Get found buckwheated on a darkened road |
| I know you’ve been waitin' |
| Whisperin' and talkin' |
| Magazines I read ya reviews |
| Tryna downplay the shit my team do |
| I caught up on my fanmail, email, online |
| P & C we still shine |
| And I’ll ride for my fam cuz I’ll die for mines |
| NY (NY) Hometown (Hometown) ST (Smokin' live) |
| Throwin' down (What) |
| Niggas in the parkinglots comin' from clubs |
| Cleanin' out your pockets to these big faced dubs |
| Rep for my P & C, for my family |
| Niggas wanna challenge me, U know the rest |
| The game is supposed to be sold, not told |
| Just tell me the number of sells ya wanna hold |
| We control this, forocious |
| Aproach this, you can hold this |
| I beat niggas in the with G and guns |
| Might do your own thing but you still my son |
| This strong off chain, all four cream |
| Tour bigger things, better livin' for the seeds |
| We videotape hoes in Navigators |
| Cause I told these haters it’ll get greater later' |
| Get Up X 10 |