| Song | The Getup |
| Artist | Little Brother |
| Album | The Listening |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Coleman, Douthit, Jones ... | |
| (talking) | |
| Yall can't do it like 'Te do it | |
| can't stop won't stop | |
| like a ford explorer without the brake fluid | |
| spinnin out on firestones with the shake to it | |
| leavin all the passenger with scrap bruises | |
| My rap niggas take to it me and Pooh sick of eatin noodles | |
| this year we fitten to add a steak to it | |
| and wil' out with our hands in the air now | |
| and smack these funny niggas givin us the stare down | |
| and get up on those fly honeys with their hair down | |
| lookin like the sweetest candy apples at the fairgrounds | |
| and this just the way we do this | |
| so if you wanna hear some new shit whatcha gotta do is | |
| Chorus 3x | |
| Get UP (Come on now) | |
| Get Up (Come and) | |
| Get Up (Uh Uh Uh) | |
| This is the Get up (Whatchu waitin on) | |
| "There's something about these hoes . . . " | |
| They think they're better than I | |
| battle states cause I'm a hell of a guy | |
| shit's fly when I kick lines | |
| the most improved when I kick rhymes | |
| not in the prime but ahead of my time | |
| staying sublime to the limelight | |
| yall maggots hagged and don't rhyme right | |
| from being exposed to light | |
| nocturnal cause you chose this life | |
| you fucked up cause you chose the pipe | |
| warning the trucks that Pooh bout to go yard | |
| I'm a couple past Bonds when i face your squad | |
| First smith specialist nobody get the best of us | |
| Pooh and 'Te tag team like we wrestlers | |
| and maintain under pressure bro | |
| on and on and etcera | |
| makin sure the compitition never get ahead of us | |
| and it's so ill the way we do this | |
| so if you waitin for some new shit whatcha gotta do is | |
| Chorus | |
| (Singing Outro) |
| zuo qu : Coleman, Douthit, Jones ... | |
| talking | |
| Yall can' t do it like ' Te do it | |
| can' t stop won' t stop | |
| like a ford explorer without the brake fluid | |
| spinnin out on firestones with the shake to it | |
| leavin all the passenger with scrap bruises | |
| My rap niggas take to it me and Pooh sick of eatin noodles | |
| this year we fitten to add a steak to it | |
| and wil' out with our hands in the air now | |
| and smack these funny niggas givin us the stare down | |
| and get up on those fly honeys with their hair down | |
| lookin like the sweetest candy apples at the fairgrounds | |
| and this just the way we do this | |
| so if you wanna hear some new shit whatcha gotta do is | |
| Chorus 3x | |
| Get UP Come on now | |
| Get Up Come and | |
| Get Up Uh Uh Uh | |
| This is the Get up Whatchu waitin on | |
| " There' s something about these hoes . . . " | |
| They think they' re better than I | |
| battle states cause I' m a hell of a guy | |
| shit' s fly when I kick lines | |
| the most improved when I kick rhymes | |
| not in the prime but ahead of my time | |
| staying sublime to the limelight | |
| yall maggots hagged and don' t rhyme right | |
| from being exposed to light | |
| nocturnal cause you chose this life | |
| you fucked up cause you chose the pipe | |
| warning the trucks that Pooh bout to go yard | |
| I' m a couple past Bonds when i face your squad | |
| First smith specialist nobody get the best of us | |
| Pooh and ' Te tag team like we wrestlers | |
| and maintain under pressure bro | |
| on and on and etcera | |
| makin sure the compitition never get ahead of us | |
| and it' s so ill the way we do this | |
| so if you waitin for some new shit whatcha gotta do is | |
| Chorus | |
| Singing Outro |
| zuò qǔ : Coleman, Douthit, Jones ... | |
| talking | |
| Yall can' t do it like ' Te do it | |
| can' t stop won' t stop | |
| like a ford explorer without the brake fluid | |
| spinnin out on firestones with the shake to it | |
| leavin all the passenger with scrap bruises | |
| My rap niggas take to it me and Pooh sick of eatin noodles | |
| this year we fitten to add a steak to it | |
| and wil' out with our hands in the air now | |
| and smack these funny niggas givin us the stare down | |
| and get up on those fly honeys with their hair down | |
| lookin like the sweetest candy apples at the fairgrounds | |
| and this just the way we do this | |
| so if you wanna hear some new shit whatcha gotta do is | |
| Chorus 3x | |
| Get UP Come on now | |
| Get Up Come and | |
| Get Up Uh Uh Uh | |
| This is the Get up Whatchu waitin on | |
| " There' s something about these hoes . . . " | |
| They think they' re better than I | |
| battle states cause I' m a hell of a guy | |
| shit' s fly when I kick lines | |
| the most improved when I kick rhymes | |
| not in the prime but ahead of my time | |
| staying sublime to the limelight | |
| yall maggots hagged and don' t rhyme right | |
| from being exposed to light | |
| nocturnal cause you chose this life | |
| you fucked up cause you chose the pipe | |
| warning the trucks that Pooh bout to go yard | |
| I' m a couple past Bonds when i face your squad | |
| First smith specialist nobody get the best of us | |
| Pooh and ' Te tag team like we wrestlers | |
| and maintain under pressure bro | |
| on and on and etcera | |
| makin sure the compitition never get ahead of us | |
| and it' s so ill the way we do this | |
| so if you waitin for some new shit whatcha gotta do is | |
| Chorus | |
| Singing Outro |