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Get 'Em Up
(专辑: Gutta - 2008)
[Intro] Ace Hood (Ay, Get Em Up) Gutta (Ay, Get Em Up) (Ay, Get Em Up) Chea (Ay, Get Em Up) Gutta, Gutta, Hey [Verse 1] I
got my drop top rolling and I'm heading to the
mother land Gripping on that steering wheel, passenger's a
duffel bag Hundred in the
Louie, don't confuse me with that other cat Engine in the
truck jack, pushing like a
super pack Automatic button pad just to keep the
top back Ruby red insides, Lamborghini fruit snacks Twenty-two, that's what I
shoot, you know them bitches got a
mack Back to the
back of the
lac in case them pussy niggas wanna jet Know I
keep that .45, turn you into Cabbage Patch Hit you right between the
eyes then leave you like an alley rat 100 for the
bracelet, a
track, I'm like a
magnet Hit 'em with that gutta swag, swangin with the
Louie rag [Chorus:] Say I
maybe gave a
damn but I
never gave a
fuck Rep your city like a G
then put your middle fingers up I
got that east side rolling, and that west side smoke South side rollin wit me and the
north side folk Get Em Up (Ay, Get Em Up) Get Em Up (Ay, Get Em Up) Get Em Up (Ay, Get Em Up) Get Em Up (Ay, Get Em Up) Get Em Up (Ay, Get Em Up) Get Em Up (Ay, Get Em Up) Get Em Up (Ay, Get Em Up) You rep your city nigga, gon' show it up [Verse 2] And it go, eenie meenie mini mo, catch me slipping never though Know I
keep that full clip, come and get you super soak Call me Mr. Cinemax, shoot you like a
movie role Hundred on the
highway, let's see how fast the
coupe can go New Edition fit the
kid, they ship the
shit from England That's me in the
foreign whip, climbing like the
ring-a-lings Yes, I'm on some other shit, don't know who you fucking wit Yes, I
keep that .45, you better keep a
body guard Benz is in the
parking lot so you know the
block is hot Tell em we don't give a
shit and mother fuck the
other side Bitch you know I'm born to ride, H B
and some murder minds Open up the
suicide doors, call it homicide [Chorus] [Verse 3] I
got my black flag swangin and I'm bangin on some gutta shit Just copped me a
spaceship, took it from the
government White-on-white drop top, call that bitch a
cool whip Had to blow the
brains out, yeah I
keep it ruthless Know you niggas mad but tell em haters I
does it Better quit that fussing, don't know what's in the
bullpit .45's a
motherfucker, hit you and your cousin Think I
gave a
damn but I
never gave a
fuck Got that oven heated up and bitch you lookin like lunch Take them heaters to your gut like it's a
million uppercuts Then I
dip off in the
cut and throw it up, who give a
fuck? Got that vodka in my cup, bring my gangsta to the
front, what's up? [Chorus] Say I
maybe gave a
damn but I
never gave a
fuck Rep your city like a G
then put your middle fingers up I
got that east side rolling, and that west side smoke South side rollin wit me and the
north side gon Get Em Up (Ay, Get Em Up) Get Em Up (Ay, Get Em Up) Get Em Up (Ay, Get Em Up) Get Em Up (Ay, Get Em Up) Get Em Up (Ay, Get Em Up) Get Em Up (Ay, Get Em Up) Get Em Up (Ay, Get Em Up) You rep your city nigga, gon' show it up [Outro]
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