paroles de chanson Get Up - Live - Chinese Man , Tumi

When I was young and short of tongue
A silly wee fool was I
The morning after I left the school
I heard my mother sigh

Get up, get out, you lazy lout
Get into your working clothes
Up to your knees in oil and grease
With a grindstone to your nose

Yeah
Get it up, get it up,
Chinese man, what's up
Get up to get down
Get up to get down
Get up to get down
Get up to get down
Get up, get up
Get, get
Get up, get up
Get down
Oh yeah, ha ha
What it is...
Get up, get up to get down

Get up, get out, you lazy lout
Get into your working clothes
Up to your knees in oil and grease
With a grindstone to your nose

Get up, get out, you lazy lout
Get into your working clothes
Up to your knees in oil and grease
With a grindstone to your nose

Get up, get down and get your stock up
Find a group, precipitate and get the flock drunk
Contribute to the party treat it like a potluck
You best believe I'm gettin' up tomahawk dunk
We gotta suit up, then clock in and go work
Grinding hard and I ain't strikin' 'til my toes hurt

It ain't a secret ain't no need to be so covert
I keep it straight up, most of ya'll ain't go no vert
Let's keep it real
We gotta move to keep the wheels rollin'

Rock until our heels swollen
Walk until they feel broken
Stopping for no blockin' obstacle just like a real trojan
Why ya'll swervin' faded like you drink banana peel potion
Get off the gravel and just quit the moanin'
Cause I am never slippin homie, ya'll be trippin slowly
Ya'll are hoarders steady lying in the clutter
It's easy to look up when your mind's in the gutter

Get up, get out, you lazy lout
Get into your working clothes
Up to your knees in oil and grease
With a grindstone to your nose

Get up, get out, you lazy lout
Get into your working clothes
Up to your knees in oil and grease
With a grindstone to your nose
Get up...

I'm in my city
I show my docket
I'm with it
She know when we high we go in
With lies to shorty
Rhymes to show these open
Knowing that weaver across seas open
Putting the notions over East Oakland
Goodness gracious party lovin' boys back

Get up, waxed dialysis in the store
Baby I'm up all night, no viagra in my cup
Spoil me and B 'cause I desire finer stuff
Knees in oil and grease trying to find the designer stuff
Get quiet like a mime, so my mind's so focused
Focusing on my brimestone in different timezones
Look at my elixir, I'm where the chicks are
My moves tied to their hips
They tryin' to get up
Hips are, hips are

Get up, get out, you lazy lout
Get into your working clothes
Up to your knees in oil and grease
With a grindstone to your nose

Get up, get out, you lazy lout
Get into your working clothes
Up to your knees in oil and grease
With a grindstone to your nose
Get up...

Engine, engine number 9
On the New York transit line
If my train goes off the track
Pick it up. pick it up, pick it up

Yo' I'm not normal, I'm rainman
A psycho, a made man
When I talk the eyeball amaze that
A brave man who got balls like spray can
Soldier on, still was Warner Brother, amen
From the a.m, 'til it's too dark for Ray Bans
I issue off the game plan
Like this is why we came man
Lame ass, sending missile's outta Dave's am
Single loud fate and Jigsaw, Dame Dash
I got great friends and listen when I take chances
Sending on a shot wave, whistle when I wave past
Stay back, don't play ignorance with space
I'm all niggerish but hey I can sinch you
If you race on
My 8 bars is Ray Charles, like He-Man
Stay hard on these fake punks tryna play hard
Consider it a favour I ain't gonna let out, step out
Pass judgment

Get up, get out, you lazy lout
Get into your working clothes
Up to your knees in oil and grease
With a grindstone to your nose

Get up, get out, you lazy lout
Get into your working clothes
Up to your knees in oil and grease
With a grindstone to your nose
Get up...

Whoooooooo (Paris)
Bonsoir Paris
C'est va?
Je Suis Tumi
I'm from Johannesburg, South Africa
Yeah...
And I'm feeling good!