paroles de chanson Get Up - Don Carlos
Hook:
Get
up,
ride,
sit
back
Who′s
dangerous
Get
up,
pow,
you
foul
Can't
hang
wid
this
Get
up,
now,
gun
blast
It′s
a
Conflict
Get
up,
ride,
sit
back
Who's
dangerous
Verse
1:
WildStyle
It's
time
to
get
up
and
hit
the
hay
Wid
the
high
ass
hay
song
Betta
come
and
get
some
Drop
the
top
up
in
and
Cock
the
glock
and
peel
Rolling
through
the
teal
What
it
feel?
And
if
I
slip
Ya
betta
come
equipped
Listen
to
the
whips
And
the
gunshot
rips
I
really
don′t
give
a
damn
how
you
feel
I
kill
if
I
gotta
do
it
Down
and
to
the
ground
I
nail
When
it′s
time
to
mack,
them
freaks,
I
gotta
strap
up
wid
Jimmy,
uhh,
When
I
get
it
wid
a
girl
and
the
dough
It's
a
rodeo
show
from
the
back
wid
the
Carlos
When
I
gon′
slang
them
thangs
They
write
the
word
the
word
is
flict
Tricks
wid
style
it's
WildStyle
I′m
pissed,
you
think
you
can
throw
Now
fool
you
wish,
rodeo
we
on
me,
lay
back
Taking
all
you
bunk
punks
wid
the
quickness
You
supposed
to
be
a
playa
But
you
running
at
the
mouth
Shoulda
mind
your
business
Come
and
get
it
try
to
get
it
Rougher
than
the
necks
I
break
necks
on
somebody
wanna
flex
Then
let's
flex
and
get
it
off
your
chest
The
wild
west,
yes,
flict
Hook
Verse
2:
Cold
Hard
It′s
the
wicked
wild
west,
Winchester
for
your
chest
Or
your
man
people
just
can't
understand
That
I'm
a
hoodlum
that′s
rawwed
up
When
I
close-in
slowly
posing
if
you
snooze
Then
you
losing
ya
whole
damn
crew
Those
scoundrels
got
a
round
for
′em
If
ya
mama
want
drama
I'ma
bump
her
in
too
Buck,
snap,
load
′em
up
roll
out
HEAD
FOR
THE
HILLS
NOW!
Stuck,
trapped,
bottle
up
no
clout
Death
for
real
pow
Never
could
ya
get
it
Wid
a
renegade
desperado,
Plenty
ammo
flowing
like
a
fountain
I
be
coming
round
the
mountain,
Gunning,
nigga
done
in
Ya
best
ta
giddy
up
When
ya
hear
them
horsies
troddin'
At
full
riding,
and
ya
climbing
And
someone
shotting
Much
trouble
passing
on
the
barnyard
Go
′head
and
bounce
and
let
it
go
I'm
sick
a
these
soft
party
cliks
wanna
flow
It′s
the
real
rodeo
kicking
the
flow
So
hoe
on
the
ride
Can
ya
giddy
up
hoe?
Hook
Verse
3:
Kilo
Thinking
I
won't
bust
you
Don't
luck
your
punk
Glad
ta
get
your
body
stunk
As
I
creep
wid
a
rowdy
clik
Ta
ease
ya
feet
and
pop
the
trunk
Man
I
hate
ta
do
this
shit
Cause
it
was
my
melody
Thought
that
I
called
him
a
bitch
So
I
up
my
barrel-y
Didn′t
have
ta
hit
ya
for
the
homicide
That′s
why
he
died
nobody
cried
He
shouldn'ta
tried
Holla
flict
and
ride
Meet
you
in
your
next
life
Get
on
you
square
get
high
tonight
Cause
last
night
when
he
been
here
Now
he
wanna
know
why
he
didn′t
ride
A
pocket
knife
or
even
flict
Boing
boing
ya
see
me
dong
floing
Giddy
up
now
watch
me
get
thoing
Get
ya
ass
fast
I'ma
last
Demonstrate,
pass
we
crash
Face
to
face
and
my
nigga
Gohilian
mixed
beast
type
nigga
Dangerous
to
the
world
Giddy
up
now
what
you
figure
nigga
Hook
Verse
4:
Never
Everybody
giddy
up
Drum
down
on
your
money
Do
you
wanna
put
um
up
now,
shit
Fucking
put
him
up
punk
I′ma
put
him
in
the
trunk
I'ma
mind
smoke
him
up
wid
tha
fives
All
a
bag
a
funk
And
go
coast
to
coast
and
GET
UP
Crucial
Conflcit
got
′em
on
cloud
nine
Doing
hard
time
In
the
state
a
mind
of
a,
killa
Niggas
act
like
I
won't
pull
Tha
block
block
blam
Boogie
woogie
shake
it
to
the
left
man
Back
to
the
right
man
Making
the
tightest
song
Gone
again,
drinking
on
gin
Smoking
on
hay
getting
in
my
zone
Riding
slick
been
on
the
block
a
bit
Put
on
the
good
old
Final
Tic
C-H-I-C-A-G-O
giddy
up
While
we
kick
that
rodeo
Back
to
back
we
gonna
smoke
on
And
toke
a
sack
and
tack
the
proke
on
I
was
born
to
get
up
and
put
'em
in
flight
Never
say
never
cause
never′ll
do
And
make
′em
all
giddy
up
tonight
Side
to
side
let's
ride
and
roll
Ya
can′t
control
ya
self
no
more
So
come
on
ya
gone
Got
'em
all
dropping
And
leave
′em
hopping
To
the
hip
old
west
For
you
ya
boo
ya
whole
crew
too
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