Chours 1:
Man I finna do my thang,(Get up!)
It's crazy in the club when I'm in there man. (Get up!)
trust me homie I'm not playin (Get up!)
i have the dance floor off the chain
I say(Get up!)
I came to bring you that California love
and a lil new york hate it's all of the above
And when I'm playin I'm sayin I'm off the chain
you niggas better follow instructions
I said (Get up!)
Verse 1:
I ball till i fall
I stunt till i drop
I'm off the show room floor
Not the used car lot
You buy a bottle
I buy the bar
I make every other week feel like mardi gras
When i get in to it
I get in to it
everybody can't do it the way i do it
I make it rain (rain)
Till the sun come out
A nigga playin (playin)
we make the guns come out
Now, my question is
Who they gonna blame
when I'm at number one on the billboard again
shit, shift now the game done change
since Mike made thriller and Prince made purple rain
I guess I make the kids wanna slang
and NWA made the west coast bang
Nah it's just music
man it's just music
Now get your ass on the dance floor and move it
Chorus 2:
I have the south war fare
I'm the reason everybody here
I say(Get up!)
I make it hot, I make it hot in here
Your feet hurtin I really dont care
I said (Get up!)
I wanna see, I-I wanna see you move
and get all into the grove
I said(Get up!)
I'm getting money man I really don't care
let me see you put your hands in the air
I said(Get up!)
Verse 2:
Girl, you look good
I want get to know you better
You look good in them jeans and them red stelettos
You got a bently coupe booty baby
I wanna drive
see i'll tell you what your mileage is
when i'm inside
i wanna take you for a spin
You know round and round
switch gears till your love come down
I'll take you to the point of no return
If you listen you learn
just how a nigga earn
I got money to burn
While the Gap Band play
she dropped the bomb on me
it's up and down
and up and down
Gracefully
Rick James would have said she a brick house
or fifty you should go home to see
What that bitch bout
I found out she like it how I like it, huh,
back it up
get cha some
I know how to get you sprung
tune you up
use your tounge
under the hood it's so good
she said it's so good
goddamn I'm so hood
Nigga what up
Chorus 2:
I have the south warfare
I'm the reason everybody here
I say (Get up!)
I make it hot, I make it hot in here
Your feet hurtin I really dont care
I said (Get up!)
I wanna see, I-I wanna see you move
and get all into the grove
I said (Get up!)
I'm getting money man I really don't care
let me see you put your hands up in the air
I said (Get up!)
Outro:
And get into it
You are now rocking with the unit
I said (Get up!)
and get into it
we gonna show you just how we do it
I said (Get up!)
Aftermath, still shady aftermath
I said (Get up!)
Aftermath, still shady aftermath
Man I finna do my thang,(Get up!)
It's crazy in the club when I'm in there man. (Get up!)
trust me homie I'm not playin (Get up!)
i have the dance floor off the chain
I say(Get up!)
I came to bring you that California love
and a lil new york hate it's all of the above
And when I'm playin I'm sayin I'm off the chain
you niggas better follow instructions
I said (Get up!)
Verse 1:
I ball till i fall
I stunt till i drop
I'm off the show room floor
Not the used car lot
You buy a bottle
I buy the bar
I make every other week feel like mardi gras
When i get in to it
I get in to it
everybody can't do it the way i do it
I make it rain (rain)
Till the sun come out
A nigga playin (playin)
we make the guns come out
Now, my question is
Who they gonna blame
when I'm at number one on the billboard again
shit, shift now the game done change
since Mike made thriller and Prince made purple rain
I guess I make the kids wanna slang
and NWA made the west coast bang
Nah it's just music
man it's just music
Now get your ass on the dance floor and move it
Chorus 2:
I have the south war fare
I'm the reason everybody here
I say(Get up!)
I make it hot, I make it hot in here
Your feet hurtin I really dont care
I said (Get up!)
I wanna see, I-I wanna see you move
and get all into the grove
I said(Get up!)
I'm getting money man I really don't care
let me see you put your hands in the air
I said(Get up!)
Verse 2:
Girl, you look good
I want get to know you better
You look good in them jeans and them red stelettos
You got a bently coupe booty baby
I wanna drive
see i'll tell you what your mileage is
when i'm inside
i wanna take you for a spin
You know round and round
switch gears till your love come down
I'll take you to the point of no return
If you listen you learn
just how a nigga earn
I got money to burn
While the Gap Band play
she dropped the bomb on me
it's up and down
and up and down
Gracefully
Rick James would have said she a brick house
or fifty you should go home to see
What that bitch bout
I found out she like it how I like it, huh,
back it up
get cha some
I know how to get you sprung
tune you up
use your tounge
under the hood it's so good
she said it's so good
goddamn I'm so hood
Nigga what up
Chorus 2:
I have the south warfare
I'm the reason everybody here
I say (Get up!)
I make it hot, I make it hot in here
Your feet hurtin I really dont care
I said (Get up!)
I wanna see, I-I wanna see you move
and get all into the grove
I said (Get up!)
I'm getting money man I really don't care
let me see you put your hands up in the air
I said (Get up!)
Outro:
And get into it
You are now rocking with the unit
I said (Get up!)
and get into it
we gonna show you just how we do it
I said (Get up!)
Aftermath, still shady aftermath
I said (Get up!)
Aftermath, still shady aftermath
