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Get Ready (Letra)

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

You need someone to make it last
No Romeos who’ll love and leave you fast
They fade away
Tonight you’re not gonna be alone
Making love on the telephone
Baby, baby if you can hold on
I’m gonna take you all the way tonight
I like ‘em down and dirty, hold on tight

*
Come on get ready
Come on get ready

You’re looking sharp in your dancin’ shoes
You got the style and you got the moves
Oh you’re so hot, girl and on the loose
You’re caught up in a danger zone
Just seventeen but you act full grown
The nightlife is turning you on
You want to take me all the way tonight
Take my hand, can you feel the heat
Make you feel alright

* Repeat

Come on, Come on

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Get Ready (Letra)

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[intro]
See, the difference with me
When i do what i do
I do what i’m doing
But i’m doing it like i’m doing it for tv

Oww, oww, oww, oww, oww
Keep ya hands up
What, what, put your hands up
Come on, come on, keep your hands up

We back, we back, we back, we back (put your hands up)
We back, we back again (keep your hands up)
We back, we back, we back, we back, we back, we back

I remember the days of prayin’ my chips be right
Louie the 13, no more cris tonight
Gold to me is like superman and kryptonite
So i pray how i don’t miss my flight, switch to night
Get out the plane, it look all strange
See a man from spain, holding up my name
Give him my things and head down to bag’ claim
And i hear somebody scream my name

So i look back, look once, look twice
Look fast, look left, look right
Look blink, look meeno, look myse
They try tell me honey don’t look right
So, i approach her, it all look kosher
But there was kids runnin’ up with posters
And i was startin’ to lose sight of chauffer
So i had to say nice to know ya
Get ready

1 – [blackstreet]
Get ready, tonight
We’re gonna make this a night to remember
Get ready, tonight
We’re gonna make this a night to remember

[during chorus]
What, what, what, what, what, what
Get money all over again
Get money all over again
Come on, uh, uh, all out

Uh, yo, it just so happen this how ma$e stay starred
Flip two aces and get two face cards
It happens, chip stackin’
I turn around, see a bunch of chicks clappin’
But a girl walked by, caught my eye
So i said, ‘what the fuck, stand here and give me luck’
And she whispered in my ear
A purple one on there and put a pink one on there
I did just that and gave hud a stack, shout ‘i’ll be right back’
In fact, i’ma be over here talkin’ to love
Said you been around the world, been so many places
Hit so many girls, and spent so many faces
And every girl in the world know who ma$e is
But right now that’s really not what the case is
Let’s be real, i know you got bills
So how ‘bout one night and i just gave you a mil’
Whatchu feel

Repeat 1

[during chorus]
What, what, what, what, what, what
All out
Wanna blow
H world, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on

I don’t rap for rollies, i rap for starbucks
I’m that star who get the stars star struck
You a one hit wonder who caught some hard luck
I’m that kid cats can’t wait to scar up
But the show ain’t over until the bottles is empty
Then girls run out the club, follow the bently
Knowing that every president need a lewinsky
Girls know i ain’t know you but they try to convince me
And any chick that i’m with already know
You ain’t gotta like ma$e, but bet he blow
And anything that i do get heavy dough
Stop handcuffin’ that girl and let her go
My whips got satellite, see it in the graphics
I ain’t only got eight cuz i fly passed it
Why ask is ma$e a classic
Knowin’ i’m from the hood doing deals with magic
Come on

Repeat 1 until fade while:

What, what, what, what, what, what
Get money all over again, get money all over again
H world get money again
All out get money again
Wanna blow, get money again
So bad boy get money again
No limit get money again
Roc-a-fella get money again
Untertainment get money again
Charli get money again
Brandy get money again
Cuda love get money again
Cardan get money again
Yo, even cam’ get money again
We back, we back, we back, we back
We back, we back again
We back, we back, we back, we back
We back, we back again

Get Ready (Letra)

Shawn Desman

Shawn Desman

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

Chorus

Get Ready Get Ready Get Ready–playa huh–Homie what
All U Thugs Get Ready–all da clubbs get ready–Bussin sluggs get ready–playa huh–homie what
East coast get ready–dirty south get ready–west coast get ready–playa huh–homie what
Fed up wit you thuggs–goin head up wit you thuggs–can’t let up on you thuggs
Ready to mash on you thuggs

Verse 1
Quit runnin wit dose killers and thuggs
I’ll trade you love fo dem sluggs
Wit dese petti cats slangin dey druggs
Dey say dey love you, I know
But all dey want is da dough
N if you mess up
Still want it Rain Hail Sleet Snow

N all ou playaz -n- thuggs
You got dese girls in dese clubbs
On da floor shakin it up
Lost needin some love

Rappers die in da field
Claimin dey keep it real
Got yo glock wit yo dropp
Baby packin da steel
I rather be in God’s will
While dey plottin to kill
You can’t adjust to da truth
Ima still be keepin it real

Na tell me what you thuggs beleivin
Got mothers grievin
Squeezin gats
Leavin em flat
Fo no reason
Not even breathen
Like you ready to ball
You rather slide down a mountain full blades
In some alcohol

Kiss a Parona
Dis-ra-spectin yo momma
No no fear fo yo life
Say you be back on Manyanna

Chorus

Verse 2
I was sent by God -n- gotta message fo yo thuggs
You ain’t feelin me huh–Dat’s why you steady bussin sluggs
Leavin em dead in dey blood–got mommas feelin like what
But Jesus shedd his own blood -n- you claim to be a thugg
You a coward dat’s why you steady packin a steel
You a coward dat’s why you leavin ‘em dead in da field
You a coward I know son you claim you keepin it real
Maken dem mills you live -n- you die fo da scrill

Forget you rappers dat won’t hear me
I bring it real
See you laughin -n- jokin like it’s a game
But you gone feel me
Da times I be feelin da fire yo Holy Spirit
Da reason I’m droppin
I know dat you thuggs gone feel it

See da thugg in yo eye
So I gotta reply
You betta listen to me son
You ain’t ready to die
To look my Lord up in his eye
-N- ya gotta tell em why
You waste yo life gettin high
So now you gotta fry
Bye Bye
So was it worth it wit yo homies pufin lah
Or wit dese girls up in da clubbs
While you all between dey thighs
Na why
Claimin dat you ready to ball
You rather slide down a mountain full of blades in some alcohol

Girls up in dis thang
U’s a queen up in dis thing
Don’t loose yo dream up in dis thang
Fo da cream up in dis thang

Said you tired of sheddin tears
w/homies dats catchin years
When u ready to make a change
(Say Homie) we right here

Chorus

Verse 3
You cat’s gone see da flames
Fo sellin yo soul in dis game
Son you need to read da Word
So you can learn to maintain
It’s like all da weed you smoke got you loosin yo brain
Talkin bout killin babies, I think really insane

All u cowardd be hittin, deficatin when you spittin
Split tongue like a serpent
Leave em dead b-4 dey bittin

I use to run in bedstuy -n- wilin puffin on Laah
I got lockdown on da islin were you gettin no smiles

Chorus

Get Ready (Letra)

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

Never met a girl could make me feel the way that you do

You’re alright

Whenever i’m asked what makes a my dreams real i tell ‘em you do

You’re outta’ sight

Well twiddley dee, twiddley dum

Look out baby ‘cause here i come

I’m bringing you a love that’s true

Get ready, get ready

Start makin’ love to you

Get ready, get ready

Get ready, ‘cause here i come

Get ready, ‘cause here i come

You wanna’ play hide and seek with love, let me remind you

You’re alright

Lovin’ you’re gonna’ miss, and the time it takes to find you

You’re outta’ sight

Well fee fi, fo fo fum

Look out baby, ‘cause here i come i’m bringing you a love that’s true

Get ready, get ready

Start makin’ love to you

Get ready, get ready

Get ready, ‘cause here i come

Get ready, ‘cause here i come

Baby all my freedoms should you want me to

I think i’ll understand

You’re alright

Hope i get to you before they do, ‘cause that’s how i planned it

You’re outta’ sight

Well twiddley dee, twiddley dum

Look out baby ‘cause here i come

I’m bringing you a love that’s true

Get ready, get ready

Start makin’ love to you

Get ready, get ready

Get ready, ‘cause here i come

Get ready, ‘cause here i come

Get Ready (Letra)

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

You think you know but you have no clue
No idea
You don’t know G
I mean you really really don’t Know G

N****s get ready it’s time to explore
The world of the real one
N****s get ready
N****s get ready it’s time to explore
The world of the real one
N****s get ready

Hell Yeah ya better get ready
What’s cracka lackin
It’s the big dog
I’m in the hizzle with my nizzle Gin U izzle
And I mean from playa to playa
It’s only right if I gots to pass the throne
I gots to pass the throne
I gots to pass it to my nephew G
He’s bonafide, Qualified, and the ladies would definitely testify
Matter fact G
Holla at them Nephew

Fa Sho
Pass the Hennessey
I’m about to get bent
Toss the box of blunts
Let me roll the upper lip
Don’t make me pop thangs
Cause I gets off the chain
You don’t know me
But you’re bout to
It’s the real me
And I thought you knew

N****s get ready it’s time to explore
The world of the real one
N****s get ready (he coming at you full speed baby, but with a slow motion twist)
N****s get ready it’s time to explore
The world of the real one
N****s get ready
N****s get ready

I mean I mean Ginuwine is so official
Like a referee with a whistle
Better yet like a gangsta with a pistol
So you n****s bettter get ready
Yeah I know
Matter fact G
Give it ‘em doggy style
I know they ain’t ready but they got to get ready
You do you I do me
And we keep it like a G
Pass me that Hennessey
Fa Sho

N****s get ready it’s time to explore
The world of the real one
N****s get ready (oh yeah and me, I’m right with it, I’m ridin shotgun)
N****s get ready it’s time to explore
The world of the real one
N****s get ready
N****s get ready

Pass the Hennessey
I’m about to get bent
Toss the box of blunts
Let me roll the upper lip
Don’t make me pop thangs
Cause I gets off the chain
You don’t know me
But you’re bout to
It’s the real me
And I thought you knew

N****s get ready it’s time to explore
The world of the real one
N****s get ready
(I’m a show ya, I’m a let ya in so you better get ready)
N****s get ready it’s time to explore
The world of the real one
N****s get ready

N****s get ready it’s time to explore
The world of the real one
N****s get ready
(now it’s about time to show you me, so I’m gonna show you me, so I’m gonna show you G)
N****s get ready it’s time to explore
The world of the real one
N****s get ready

Yeah the senior
And you graduatin with honors nephew
And that’s from the top dolla with honors and scholars
Ginuwine a little something for the ladies
And the playas too
You got to do it
Preach
Yah better get ready

Get Ready (Letra)

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

By eric clapton and yvonne elliman

Ready, get ready. ready.
He’s a man who’s going to break your heart.
Ready, get ready. ready.
He’s a man who’s going to break your heart.

Well, you’ve been fooling ‘round and i don’t know why.
Left me on my own, sitting high and dry.
But i’m going to get you back, just you wait and see;
You can’t do those things that you’re doing to me.

Chorus

I’ve never needed a running ‘round pissing hound,
Checking out the bitches in heat.
You’ve got a lot of nerve, dishing out what you serve,
Waggling your piece of meat.

Chorus

I want to get revenge on your sinful sins.
I got to get you back for what you did back then.
And now you’ve got it back, life is misery.
Well, ha ha ha to you, ha ha to me.

Ready, get ready. ready.
He’s the one that’s going to break your heart.
Ready, get ready. ready.
He’s the one that’s going to break your heart, break your heart,
Break your heart, break your heart.

Get ready, get ready, get ready.
He’s the one who’s going to break your heart, break your heart,
Break your heart, break your heart,
Break your heart, break your heart,
Break your heart.

Get ready, get ready, get ready.
‘cause he’s the one who’s going to break your heart, break your heart,
Break your heart, break your heart.

Get Ready (Letra)

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

By eric clapton and yvonne elliman

Ready, get ready. ready.
He’s a man who’s going to break your heart.
Ready, get ready. ready.
He’s a man who’s going to break your heart.

Well, you’ve been fooling ‘round and i don’t know why.
Left me on my own, sitting high and dry.
But i’m going to get you back, just you wait and see;
You can’t do those things that you’re doing to me.

Chorus

I’ve never needed a running ‘round pissing hound,
Checking out the bitches in heat.
You’ve got a lot of nerve, dishing out what you serve,
Waggling your piece of meat.

Chorus

I want to get revenge on your sinful sins.
I got to get you back for what you did back then.
And now you’ve got it back, life is misery.
Well, ha ha ha to you, ha ha to me.

Ready, get ready. ready.
He’s the one that’s going to break your heart.
Ready, get ready. ready.
He’s the one that’s going to break your heart, break your heart,
Break your heart, break your heart.

Get ready, get ready, get ready.
He’s the one who’s going to break your heart, break your heart,
Break your heart, break your heart,
Break your heart, break your heart,
Break your heart.

Get ready, get ready, get ready.
‘cause he’s the one who’s going to break your heart, break your heart,
Break your heart, break your heart.

Get Ready (Letra)

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

I never met a girl who makes me feel the way that you do
(You’re alright)
Whenever I’m asked who makes my dreams real, I say that you do
(You’re outta sight)
So fee fi, fo fum
Look out baby, ‘cause here I come

And I’m bringing you a love that’s true
So get ready, so get ready
I’m gonna try to make you love me too
So get ready, so get ready, ‘cause here I come (Get ready, ‘cause here I come)
I’m on my way
(Get ready, ‘cause here I come)

If you wanna play hide and seek with love, let me remind you
(It’s alright)
Lovin’ you’re gonna miss, and the time it takes to find you
(It’s outta sight)
So fiddley dee, fiddley dum
Look out baby, ‘cause here I come

And I’m bringing you a love that’s true
So get ready, so get ready
I’m gonna try to make you love me too
So get ready, so get ready, ‘cause here I come (Get ready, ‘cause here I come)
I’m on my way
(Get ready, ‘cause here I come)
(Get ready)

All my friends should want you too, I understand it
(Be alright)
I hope I get to you before they do, the way I planned it
(Be outta sight)
So twiddley dee, twiddley dum
Look out baby ‘cause here I come

And I’m bringing you a love that’s true
So get ready, so get ready
I’m gonna try to make you love me too
So get ready, so get ready, ‘cause here I come (Get ready, ‘cause here I come)
I’m on my way
(Get ready, ‘cause here I come)

Get Ready (Letra)

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

I say come on
Can you stand the heat
You feel the flames
Burning in the streets

Get it on – get it on

The stars of heaven
Will fall today
You’ll know the devil you know
Had his day

Hell what a night – get ready
Hell what a night – hey
Take your pick – get the kick
It’s gonna be hell tonight

Alright

A lightning blitz
Comes raging down
You go running
For higher ground

Get it on – get it on

Hear me tonight
Your blood runs cold
A killer guitar
Screams in your soul

Hell what a night – get ready
Hell what a night – hey
Take your pick – get the kick
It’s gonna be hell tonight – yeah

Get it on – get it on
Get it on – get it on
It’s coming on

Hell what a night – get ready
Hell what a night – hey
Take your pick – get the kick
It’s gonna be hell tonight

Hell what a night – get ready
Hell what a night – hey
Take your pick – get the kick
It’s gonna be hell tonight
It’s gonna be hell tonight

Get Ready (Letra)

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

Friday Night, At the crib
Thinking about the club that we gonna hit
the spot gonna be hot tonight
so I better be looking tight
Grab my coat & my keys
Look out here comes the Mercedes
And all you ladies coming out tonight
watch out because tonight I’m gonna get mine

[Chorus]

To all my players, who be waiting in line
Come on, Get In, Get Ready
To all my ladies,who be dressing real fine
Come on, Get In, Get Ready
Anybody who wants to freak it tonight
Come on, Get In, Get Ready
Bring your credit and your money inside
Come on, Get In, Get Ready
Come on in and throw it up,
Mister DJ come on and turn it up
This is how we rock it in the T-Dot
Come on in and throw it up,
Mister DJ come on and turn it up
This is how we rock it in the T-Dot

Over here at the bar
Everything looking good so far
I see a shorty come at my way
Better think about what to say
She said "YO What the deal?"
Boy you know it’s you that I feel
So I said I going to do you right
Tonight we’re going to have a good time

[Chorus]

To all my players, who be waiting in line
Come on, Get In, Get Ready
To all my ladies, who be dressing real fine
Come on, Get In, Get Ready
Anybody who wants to freak it tonight
Come on, Get In, Get Ready
Bring your credit and your money inside
Come on, Get In, Get Ready
Come on in and throw it up,
Mister DJ come on and turn it up
This is how we rock it in the T-Dot
Come on in and throw it up,
Mister DJ come on and turn it up
This is how we rock it in the T-Dot

[Chorus]

To all my players, who be waiting in line
Come on, Get In, Get Ready
To all my ladies, who be dressing real fine
Come on, Get In, Get Ready
Anybody who wants to freak it tonight
Come on, Get In, Get Ready
Bring your credit and your money inside
Come on, Get In, Get Ready

Get Ready (Letra)

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

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