E-40 - Get Em Up lyrics

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E-40 - Get Em Up lyrics

[Chorus] I get em up (x 9) You ain't doing nuttin I ain't doin, I get em up (x5) Air force 3 [Verse 1] Pop goes the weasle please please o please Put down the mic, mic unless you coming tight No props deserved raps to the curve s**as get served especially when I'm purred So here comes the o jack don't crack respect Lyric from the hillside beat down pat Take ya a** to the whoop troop ally hoop, ally hoop Come up off my scratch jack pay me my loot Got hoes like a pimp when I'm clowning these sips Does that are tempted will be treated like wimps Down and dirty about my print out, I got chin ups for a busta Relax I'm talkin when I win I must though Let us s** ya booty habit it if he calls back Don't let me grab my terminator automatic Do you think that I think that you got the power Do you know that I know that you just a coward Eh you wanna act hard caz you caz you drank some sh** Better sober up before you make me chuck ya chin Back up or backed up caz I can't be moved Give up or gave up caz you a fool It's 1990 some'n what's mine I'll take it Makin revenues bringing home the bacon Don't get upset caz it's ya rap I'm ruinin You ain't doing nuttin I ain't doin [Chorus] [Verse 2] Money, money, money by the ton Ooh stay up late and watch time boo Turn the channel remote control, Donny Simpson video soul Shake and bake us, s**as can't fade us Studio Tony, 40, Mugzie, D shot ain't legit Capital, taty, mc seany, suga, he made the click Sold a bunch a units on the ground ooh Neva could be a busta or brown (brown) My town in B town so what's up with you I doubt it very really seriously you wanna see ma crew 1,2, pa** me a brew, 3,4, I need some more Supercalifragilistic, the s**as don't know us That we be dealing d** from the tallest cooking shows Through with money, no not me E 4 naughty don't rap for free Gang related, I am I overrated, do you s**as hate it So put ya dukes up [Chorus] [Bridge] East, me, Son, Chi Step up in to the party tardy Grab the mike, juice the crowd Spit some game, they go wild Ooh ahh ooh ooh ah la la la la la (x2) Got my boys in the back, ridin in the drop Peepin out the seem with the mug on mean Ooh hoo, yeah yeah (x2) [Chorus][x2]