Текст песни Salt N Pepa - Get Up Everybody
Salt N Pepa - Get Up Everybody слова песни
Ok, y`all, this is it now bust itThe mic will sing soon as I touch itDo this smooth and easy likeSo we might get hyped in here tonightBe nice, relax, MC`s further backIf you ain`t with thatI`m-a have to attack you with a bad rapThat can smack the smile off your face JackSo don`t start no crapGivin` a little bit of heart and soulAs we do it to you in your earholeHuh, I ain`t going out like a suckerAnd if you think so, boy, then pucker upAnd kiss the butt of this lyricistBlow on the mic and make a wishThis groove is set to soothe and move youParty people now it`s time toGet up, I think the sound will make youGet up, word up, I swear you got toGet up, everybody get upGet up, everybody get upGet up, everybody get upSpinderella my DJ`s a turntable trooperMy partner Pepa she`s a power boosterWord to life, I swear, she`ll seduce yaDon`t take my word, I`ll introduce herI don`t need no introduction, I just bust inGrab a microphone and then start dustin`So-called lyricists can never deal with thisSwift-lipped vocalists either and also ifI was a mute, I`d still knock bootsPut up your dukes, troop, and I`m-a play ya like a fluteTo show you all on me you can`t sleep onSpinderella, please drop some beats onThis crowd, pump it up loudGimme a scratch, ok nowIt`s time for hell to be raisedAs I kick some lyrics on the beats Hurb madeSalt`s at my side with a shotgunA little action? I just had someWhat can I say? The girl don`t playGonna skip town on Judgement DaySo don`t just sit there like a poo-putt stupidThe record`s called "Get Up", I think you better do itGet up, everybody get upGet up, everybody get upGet up, everybody get upSalty that`s me flippin` on MCsI`m not gonna waste your time on the strength, I`ll beDef, dumb, dope, completely phenominalYou didn`t know? Yeah, right, come on nowOh, I`m supposed to believe E-M-C-E-E`sAre glad Salt is makin` G`s?Save that crap, I got my public to rap toTried to play me out, I ought to slap you, punkFor being disrespectfulI grip the microphone like a pitbull terrierYes, but I`m scarier, under a ton of rhymes I`ll bury yaHyped like a poet, on the mic I`ll show itDo-re-mi fa-so-la ti-do itJazz, rhythm, blues, soul, pop, rock `n roll, even hip-hopLovers, are my brothers and sistersAll in all over ten billion listenersLend me your ear when you want to hearThe hypest and ripest sound of the yearGet up, everybody get up...