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    DJ Skribble / Lyrics

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    "Get Up" Lyrics

    DJ Skribble feat. Lost Boyz

    I see a whole team of chicks tryin to sit wit us
    drinkin Dom, smokin charm, wanna get wit us
    Got my, V.I.P. section game locked down
    goin bad for J-Bad he just came in town
    we lovin Tai on the floor, smokin lai wit tips
    Ladies in the amazin, cuz we in the mix
    all the peeps from my hood,
    wearin timbs and jeans
    Lost Boyz represent from South Jamaica Queens
    I'm wit my mens spendin ends
    orderin liquors and beers
    aint nuttin new to this

    we've been doin this for years
    I got my drink on kid, and my cash is right
    shorty aight think Im not gettin ass tonite?
    and wit Malik and Melquan, my man Hassan
    yo shorty what you wearin is turnin me on
    takin me, makin me wanna bounce wit you
    It's alright, we got all night to smoke an ounce or two

    Get Up and clap yo hands
    come on and clap yo hands

    A few hours in the jam and a fighter
    jeans saggin, timberland tied up
    see my old crew from the mystery
    big Phil from Queensville still gettin cheese
    all my peeps from the van gettin nice my man
    L.B. style run the while represent my fam
    makin moves makin ho's puffin buddha sacks

    reresentin Lost Boyz stayibn true to dat
    I must bring it to the funk
    cuz the funk is it
    seein shortie on the floor
    tryin to show the skirt
    I wanna, run up on her and...
    push up on her and..
    kick some Willie Bobo and let her know that I want her and
    hit the door, let the Ac hit the streets(streets)
    get our beats(beats), gets in between the sheets
    hit the door, for the fam
    back in my Ac, Im outta town

    Get Up and clap yo hands
    come on and clap yo hands

    Its mad cars up in front the piece
    shorties bouncin(bounce bounce)

    niggas on the corner, 40 ouncin
    puffin lai, kickin it to shorties passin by
    see some be actin ill
    and some be actin fly
    But inside it's the L.B. slide
    music pumpin smokin skunk
    gettin funkdafied
    while Ro, Pretty Lou, J-Bowl n Bo
    we just a fiend in effect
    nigga pop the Mo
    backed up by Jeff Star
    ladies takin flicks
    Spigg Nice got the flyin wit Jamaican chicks
    it aint no real ill shit, when L.B.'s in town
    (Get up, Get Up, Get Up)
    you know how we get down
    This song was submitted on October 2nd, 2016 and last modified on October 18th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © BMG RIGHTS MANAGEMENT US, LLC, EMI Music Publishing, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc..
    Written by Howard Redmon, Howard Jr. Redmon, Vernon D. Burch.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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