![Escucha Get Up Everybody (Get Up) [feat. Spinderella] de Salt-N-Pepa](/mkimage/image/thumb/Music126/v4/b9/18/22/b9182244-ece8-3540-edd2-901cd285e214/08UMGIM00031.rgb.jpg/1275x1275bb-60.webp "Escucha Get Up Everybody (Get Up) [feat. Spinderella] de Salt-N-Pepa")
Créditos
AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Salt-N-Pepa
Künstler:in
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Fingerprints
Komponist:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Hurby Luv Bug
Produzent:in
The Invincibles
Produzent:in
Letras
[Verse 1]
Okay, 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'ma 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 goin' 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
[Verse 2]
(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
[Verse 3]
Spinderella, my DJ's a turntable trooper
My partner, Pepa, she's a power booster
Word to life, I swear, she'll seduce you
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'ma play you 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, okay, now
It's time for hell to be raised
As I kick some lyrics on the beats Herb made
Salt's at my side, with a shotgun
A little action? I just had come
What could I say? The girl don't play
Gonna skip town on Judgement Day
So don't just there like a poo-putt, stupid
The record's called "Get Up", I think you better do it
[Verse 4]
Get up, everybody, get up
Get up, everybody, get up
Get up, everybody, get up
[Verse 5]
Salty, that's me, flippin' on MCs
I'm not gonna waste your time on the strength, I'll be
Def, dumb, dope, completely phenomenal
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 pit bull terrier
Yes, but I'm scarier
Under a ton of rhymes, I'll burry you
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
[Verse 6]
Get up, everybody, get up
Get up, everybody, get up
Get up, everybody, get up
Get up, get up
Get up
Get up
Get up
Written by: Fingerprints
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