Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Get Up Everybody (Get Up) , by - Salt-N-Pepa. Song from the album ICON, in the genre R&BRelease date: 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… |