Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Get Up Everybody (Get Up), artist - Salt-N-Pepa. Album song ICON, in the genre R&B
Date of issue: 28.02.2011
Record label: Island Records
Song language: English
Get Up Everybody (Get Up) |
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 |
What can 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 MCs |
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's |
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… |