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Salt 'N' Pepa lyrics Get Up Everybody (Get Up) lyrics Ok, y'all, this is it now bust it The mic will sing soon as I touch it Do this smooth and easy like So we might get hyped in here tonight Be nice, relax, MC's further back If you ain't with that I'm-a have to attack you with a bad rap That can smack the smile off your face Jack So don't start no crap Givin' a little bit of heart and soul As we do it to you in your earhole Huh, I ain't going out like a sucker And if you think so, boy, then pucker up And kiss the butt of this lyricist Blow on the mic and make a wish This groove is set to soothe and move you Party people now it's time to Get up, I think the sound will make you Get up, word up, I swear you got to Get up, everybody get up Get up, everybody get up Get up, everybody get up Spinderella my DJ's a turntable trooper My partner Pepa she's a power booster Word to life, I swear, she'll seduce ya Don't take my word, I'll introduce her I don't need no introduction, I just bust in Grab a microphone and then start dustin' So-called lyricists can never deal with this Swift-lipped vocalists either and also if I was a mute, I'd still knock boots Put up your dukes, troop, and I'm-a play ya like a flute To show you all on me you can't sleep on Spinderella, please drop some beats on This crowd, pump it up loud Gimme a scratch, ok now It's time for hell to be raised As I kick some lyrics on the beats Hurb made Salt's at my side with a shotgun A little action I just had some What can I say The girl don't play Gonna skip town on Judgement Day So don't just sit there like a poo-putt stupid The record's called "Get Up", I think you better do it Get up, everybody get up Get up, everybody get up Get up, everybody get up Salty that's me flippin' on MCs I'm not gonna waste your time on the strength, I'll be Def, dumb, dope, completely phenominal You didn't know Yeah, right, come on now Oh, I'm supposed to believe E-M-C-E-E's Are glad Salt is makin' G's Save that crap, I got my public to rap to Tried to play me out, I ought to slap you, punk For being disrespectful I grip the microphone like a pitbull terrier Yes, but I'm scarier, under a ton of rhymes I'll bury ya Hyped like a poet, on the mic I'll show it Do-re-mi fa-so-la ti-do it Jazz, rhythm, blues, soul, pop, rock 'n roll, even hip-hop Lovers, are my brothers and sisters All in all over ten billion listeners Lend me your ear when you want to hear The hypest and ripest sound of the year Get up, everybody get up... Other Salt 'N' Pepa lyrics: Push It lyrics Beauty And The Beat lyrics Tramp lyrics I'll Take Your Man lyrics It's Alright lyrics Chick On The Side (Remix) lyrics I Desire lyrics The Showstopper lyrics My Mic Sounds Nice lyrics Expression lyrics Doper Than Dope lyrics Negro Wit' An Ego lyrics You Showed Me lyrics Do You Want Me lyrics Swift lyrics I Like To Party lyrics Blacks' Magic lyrics Start The Party lyrics Let's Talk About Sex lyrics I Don't Know lyrics Live & Let Die lyrics Independent lyrics Intro Jam lyrics A Salt With A Deadly Pepa lyrics Solo Power (Let's Get Paid) lyrics Shake Your Thang lyrics I Gotcha lyrics Let The Rhythm Run (Remix) lyrics Spinderella's Not A Fella (But A Girl DJ) lyrics Soul Power (Syncopated Soul) lyrics Twist And Shout lyrics Hyped On The Mic lyrics Groove Me lyrics No One Does It Better lyrics Somebody's Gettin' On My Nerves lyrics Whatta Man lyrics None Of Your Business lyrics Step lyrics Shoop lyrics Heaven Or Hell lyrics Big Shot lyrics Sexy Noises Turn Me On lyrics Somma Time Man lyrics Break Of Dawn lyrics I've Got AIDS (PSA) lyrics RU Ready lyrics Good Life lyrics Do Me Right lyrics Friends lyrics Say Ooh lyrics Imagine lyrics Knock Knock lyrics Gitty Up lyrics Boy Toy lyrics Brand New lyrics Silly Of You lyrics The Clock Is Tickin' lyrics |