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Get On Up (Letra)

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

[JV]

I’m sittin in tha cut, smokin on wha?
Hataz betta watch out for tha butt
I bring it to ya, wha? Bring it from ya head to ya wha?
Yea, I’m real wit it, nigga wha? You wanna playa hate nigga, wha?
Yea I’m Slip-n-Slide nigga wha? You betta give a fuck
Feel yo body penetratin’ though ya gut
You betta come quick ‘fo some niggaz come hatin’, ya heard!!!
Before I get to burnin’ ya, Slip-n-Slide turnin’ ya

[Queen]

Queen cant be touched like hot potatoes
Every nigga I know keep a glock for hataz
Let me know wha he doin’ wit tha rocks
Nigga, let me know I’ll run up in tha spot
Get me 2 steaks, a drank and lock down
Aint no visualizin’, like me now
Queen like drank, gotta stand my ground
Back up off me wit tha hands I clown
Slip-n-Slide on tha dump, if you wanna know wassup
If you know like I know bet not fuck

[Lost Tribe]

We got tha weed in tha tote, nigga wanna deed, here I dont
Nigga bring tha B’s for tha pump
Tribe comin’ clean like a bitch
We gon hit yo town for a lick
Nigga, we dont run we attack em
Then you can’t splack em
Nigga outta line so we had to subtract em
We keep it real, while ya’ll counterfeit
Throw a glass when I cant, then a sign ya get
We gon do ya like a pound we get
So you betta stay from round my shit
Slip-n-Slide put me on tha list

Miami, get on up!!! Atlanta, get on up!!!! Alabama, get on up!!!!
Mississippi, get on up!!! Houston, get on up!!! Carolina, get on up!!!
New Orleans, get on up!!! Chicago, get on up!!!

[SS]

If you aint Slippin-n-Slide, how you ride?
You get yo head cracked open, when SS start collide
Whoa now, ay hold up boy, aint no thang
To get off tha chain and steal ya Jordans
Ya get a stain on ya brain from tha Southeast
Once ya getta dick and some nuts in ya mouth, eats nigga
Aint no click like this one
That’ll make a jealous nigga wanna get a big gun
But it’s too late cause we gon’, my dawgs got tha AK, I got tha chrome
We finna chill at tha top like wha?
This game is a fat pussy finna get fucked, its like tha nigga

[Money Mark]

Slip-n-Slide til I die ass nigga
Pull a nigga hoe in tha fly ass Jetta
And fuck on anotha
Stay smoked out, Money Mark stay loched out
Bicardi wit tha chokes out, hollerin folks out
When I go by hittin this, Slip-n-Slide aint no forgettin’ this
Eatin’ on bitches cause I’m different
Pack Villangers, fuck hoes that’s willin ta
Give up tha guts and let em smoke til they feel tha nut
Skeelo, bad bitches in Speedo’s
And there will be no, where we go
See yo, doin what tha fuck we wanna do
Bust slugs and join ya crew, so wha you gon do?

[Chorus]

San Fran, get on up!!! Oakland, get on up!!!! Detroit, get on up!!!
Dallas, get on up!!! St. Louis, get on up!!!! Baltimore, get on up!!!
L.A. get on up!!! New York, get on up!!!

[Trick Daddy]

I’m into introducin’ myself as tha greatest
No if, and buts or maybe’s, unless you’s a hata
So real niggaz gon die by days, while you hoe niggaz cry
Why you fussin niggaz lie?
Die by days, dont wanna hea about tha click you abound
You know a nigga wit a Benz like mines?
Same color, same yea like mines
Same model, same red like mines
Every hoe I’m fuckin, you don fucked, bruh
And every bet I call, you matched ya ‘lil sucka
You got beef wit ‘ol boy model
Well shave ya head and get gold teeth like ‘ol boy
Peepin my D’s galore, lovin these skeeza hoes
How do you suppose? New clothes to change ya hoe
You, fuck nigga, jus got to go, sucka

Louisville, get on up!!! Robin Hood, get on up!!!!
Liberty City, get on up!!! Carol City, get on up!!!
Opalocka, get on up!!! ‘Lil Haiti, get on up!!!
Overtime, get on up!!! Richmond Heights, get on up!!!
Pullrine, get on up!!!! Ohhh, get on up!!!!
Seminola, get on up!!! Stop pot, get on up!!!
Wynnewood, get on up!!! Pork and beans, get on up!!!
22 Ave, get on up!!! 32 Ave, get on up!!!

Wont cha get on up!!! Get on up!!! Get on up!!!
Wont cha get on up!!! Get on up!! Get on up!!!
Get on up!!!! Wont cha get on up!!!! Get on up!!!!
Get on up!!! Get on up!!! Wont cha get on up!!!
Get on up!!! Get on up!!! Get on up!!! Wont cha get on up!!!!

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Get On Up (Letra)

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

Here we go, now I’m back
I got soul, although I’m not black
Pass the mic and I’m a spark it
Cause I’m the hottest rapper on the market
I used to shoot dice to the curb
Peace to my brothers on 163rd
Hold your head and stay strong
My main man Roadie got it going on
So now you know the time
Bust how I flip it, check the rhyme
I kick the hits even with the big belly
Cause I freak the funk like my man R. Kelly
So give me that honey love
You know what I’m thinking of
Joe’s the man with the master plan
I got more rhymes than the beats got fans
Peace to Greg Nice and Smooth B
And if you don’t believe then you soon shall see
That I’ll be the last to survive
I won’t fake the funk, I won’t take a dive
So now you know what’s up
I make the crowd bounce and get on up

"Get on up" "Get on up!" (Repeat 4x)

This is a jam for the radio station
Peace to the whole Zulu Nation
I’m so bad, call the cops
I got props, I’m gonna rule hip-hop
Cause I’m the only real rap monster
I love eating shrimp and lobster
City Island is my favorite place
Step in Sammy’s and dog my face
Losing weight, that must be a joke
Cause I eat four steaks and drink a Diet Coke
Although I’m big I won’t take a swig
Of the Moet, it makes me a much worse poet
And you know that’s not the mood, black
Diamond always hits me with the crazy fat tracks
So now you know what’s up
I make the crowd bounce, get on up

"Get on up" "Get on up!" (Repeat 4x)

"Get On Up" is the name of this song
Bounce to the beat if you got it going on
Now in ’93, maybe ’94
They’ll have a Fat Joe tour
Coming to your town with the brand new sound
Representing for the whole Boogie Down
So don’t grab the mic or you’ll get hurt
If you come in a Bez then you’ll leave in a hearse
That’s that, everybody knows the flav
Misbehave and you’ll dig your own grave
Fat Joe, chopping down trees
Nuff respect to Showbiz & A.G.
Peace to my buckwild crew from the Bronx
I hope you’ll strike me gets a good response
And if you like the vibe, act like you know
You can get on up with your man Fat Joe, and I’m out

"Get on up" "Get on up!" (Repeat 4x)

To my people from Brooklyn, get on up
And to my people from Manhattan, get on up
To my people from the Bronx (Get on up)
To my people from Cali
To my people from Texas
To my people from Atlanta
To my people in Detroit
Everybody in the world just get on up

"Get on up" "Get on up!" (Repeat 4x)

Get On Up (Letra)

Fat Joe

Fat Joe

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

Said it sounds so good to me
You gotta get on up now
Say it again, jodeci
Get on up
You gotta get on up now
Wait a minute, let me tell you
Everybody grab somebody
Turn this mutha into a party
Fellas take your lady’s hand
Ladies go and choose your man
There’s no need to be afraid
Friday night, let’s all get payed
Positive is the attitude
Negative is not the mood

Chorus:

Get on up
You gotta get on up
Get on up now
Let us say it again
You gotta get on up now
And you can’t sit down

Now that everybody’s movin
Everybody in here is groovin
Everything is alright
The atmosphere is so nice
The dj is doin his duty
All the ladies shakin their bootys
And the night is still young
And the party’s just begun

Get on up
And you can’t sit down
Gotta get on up now
And you can’t sit down
Get on up
And you can’t sit down
Gotta get on up now

Party
All day
Never stop
Never stop
And you can’t sit down

Get on up
And you can’t sit down
Gotta get on up now
And you can’t sit down
Get on up
Everybody just get on up
You gotta get on up now
Get on up

Get On Up (Letra)

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

Trick Daddy
Get On Up

[JV]

I’m sittin in tha cut, smokin on wha?
Hataz betta watch out for tha butt
I bring it to ya, wha? Bring it from ya head to ya wha?
Yea, I’m real wit it, nigga wha? You wanna playa hate nigga, wha?
Yea I’m Slip-n-Slide nigga wha? You betta give a fuck
Feel yo body penetratin’ though ya gut
You betta come quick ‘fo some niggaz come hatin’, ya heard!!!
Before I get to burnin’ ya, Slip-n-Slide turnin’ ya

[Queen]

Queen cant be touched like hot potatoes
Every nigga I know keep a glock for hataz
Let me know wha he doin’ wit tha rocks
Nigga, let me know I’ll run up in tha spot
Get me 2 steaks, a drank and lock down
Aint no visualizin’, like me now
Queen like drank, gotta stand my ground
Back up off me wit tha hands I clown
Slip-n-Slide on tha dump, if you wanna know wassup
If you know like I know bet not fuck

[Lost Tribe]

We got tha weed in tha tote, nigga wanna deed, here I dont
Nigga bring tha B’s for tha pump
Tribe comin’ clean like a bitch
We gon hit yo town for a lick
Nigga, we dont run we attack em
Then you can’t splack em
Nigga outta line so we had to subtract em
We keep it real, while ya’ll counterfeit
Throw a glass when I cant, then a sign ya get
We gon do ya like a pound we get
So you betta stay from round my shit
Slip-n-Slide put me on tha list

Miami, get on up!!! Atlanta, get on up!!!! Alabama, get on up!!!!
Mississippi, get on up!!! Houston, get on up!!! Carolina, get on up!!!
New Orleans, get on up!!! Chicago, get on up!!!

[SS]

If you aint Slippin-n-Slide, how you ride?
You get yo head cracked open, when SS start collide
Whoa now, ay hold up boy, aint no thang
To get off tha chain and steal ya Jordans
Ya get a stain on ya brain from tha Southeast
Once ya getta dick and some nuts in ya mouth, eats nigga
Aint no click like this one
That’ll make a jealous nigga wanna get a big gun
But it’s too late cause we gon’, my dawgs got tha AK, I got tha chrome
We finna chill at tha top like wha?
This game is a fat pussy finna get fucked, its like tha nigga

[Money Mark]

Slip-n-Slide til I die ass nigga
Pull a nigga hoe in tha fly ass Jetta
And fuck on anotha
Stay smoked out, Money Mark stay loched out
Bicardi wit tha chokes out, hollerin folks out
When I go by hittin this, Slip-n-Slide aint no forgettin’ this
Eatin’ on bitches cause I’m different
Pack Villangers, fuck hoes that’s willin ta
Give up tha guts and let em smoke til they feel tha nut
Skeelo, bad bitches in Speedo’s
And there will be no, where we go
See yo, doin what tha fuck we wanna do
Bust slugs and join ya crew, so wha you gon do?

[Chorus]

San Fran, get on up!!! Oakland, get on up!!!! Detroit, get on up!!!
Dallas, get on up!!! St. Louis, get on up!!!! Baltimore, get on up!!!
L.A. get on up!!! New York, get on up!!!

[Trick Daddy]

I’m into introducin’ myself as tha greatest
No if, and buts or maybe’s, unless you’s a hata
So real niggaz gon die by days, while you hoe niggaz cry
Why you fussin niggaz lie?
Die by days, dont wanna hea about tha click you abound
You know a nigga wit a Benz like mines?
Same color, same yea like mines
Same model, same red like mines
Every hoe I’m fuckin, you don fucked, bruh
And every bet I call, you matched ya ‘lil sucka
You got beef wit ‘ol boy model
Well shave ya head and get gold teeth like ‘ol boy
Peepin my D’s galore, lovin these skeeza hoes
How do you suppose? New clothes to change ya hoe
You, fuck nigga, jus got to go, sucka

Louisville, get on up!!! Robin Hood, get on up!!!!
Liberty City, get on up!!! Carol City, get on up!!!
Opalocka, get on up!!! ‘Lil Haiti, get on up!!!
Overtime, get on up!!! Richmond Heights, get on up!!!
Pullrine, get on up!!!! Ohhh, get on up!!!!
Seminola, get on up!!! Stop pot, get on up!!!
Wynnewood, get on up!!! Pork and beans, get on up!!!
22 Ave, get on up!!! 32 Ave, get on up!!!

Wont cha get on up!!! Get on up!!! Get on up!!!
Wont cha get on up!!! Get on up!! Get on up!!!
Get on up!!!! Wont cha get on up!!!! Get on up!!!!
Get on up!!! Get on up!!! Wont cha get on up!!!
Get on up!!! Get on up!!! Get on up!!! Wont cha get on up!!!!