Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Get Up, artist - Nate Dogg. Date of issue: 06.01.2003
Song language: English
Get Up |
| I’m gettin my kicks dirty, I’m blowin my mid-30's |
| Niggas 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 wordy |
| 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 niggas they ain’t playin for keeps |
| These niggas 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 |
| 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 |
| 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 2Pac 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 bleep me and Quik songs |
| But 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 and spinnin rims |
| 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 |
| AMG nigga, Dirty West Nile |
| Any time of the day, you might hear |
| 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 |
| Niggas slingin kilos of yay, pounds of weed |
| You niggas 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 |