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Black Sheep - Gotta Get Up lyrics
[Dres] Black Sheep, ready to nova, I gotta get up and get over Yo, Lisle, Lisle put a, put a little Little bit of, bit of the layer on my voice, please? Lawnge, what's up, we gonna do these drops or what Yeah, and it goes a little something like.. [Dres] The freelance designer, yo, yo come on let's get this shit going Dres, the impeccable nigga's on the mic and flowing For those who made the purchase or came out on the streets Black Sheep, bow your heads cause we're about to break beats City lights shining with the ill timing My glare everywhere, don't stare cause my shit's blinding I think, I think niggas best not blink Cause they stink and I'm looking at 'em pretty in pink With a passion, I want to put a gash in your ego Your flavour's artificial, a goddamn placebo Black, you can't believe it, you gotta dry heave it Fake niggas can't achieve it, fake bitches can't be-weave it From the streets of New York to where I be on the ladder Fatter, got your bitch saying "Baby, what's the matter?" As a matter of fact, it's Dres the knuckle-dragger With a fresh manicure so I got my cloak and dagger I roam with the grifters, my game's ever true My style's old skool like the new school review I gets biz, on and on for days And amaze with plays for non-gays, queens Nah, fuck that! Queens, I ain't hushing I'm crushing mafucks with a bumrush from Flushing A member me, getting busy with GMC Back when Rick was fresh and slick the nigga Doug E Yeah, Tiki doing the freak, B Backtrack a bit before the baby beat me Got more peoples than any seen in the video clip And we was getting life's desires from a strip Hand-to-handler, and the gambler Give me the eggs, black, I'm the scrambler You too, a mafucking lyric in a song Helping that philly blunt shit catch on Popote light the bat, pass the shit to AZ Pass the shit to Lord, yo, Lord give the shit to me Yo, Wild pass the shit to Skip, Skip roll another The brother light's about to flip It's buckwild Bland with the horrifying team: Homicide, Cess, Doctor Sharjean My nigga Black Ron, Steve O, Val, Amar, JR, Reese Popo peace! Born to KE and all my peoples that be But foremost, the whole fucking Vargas family We wrote the scripts and the times were fit Original New York, New Jack City type shit Now we still we make moves only to different grooves, black Sheep, in fact get back, it's simple as that this [Chorus: Black Sheep] Gotta get up, get up, gotta get over I gotta get mine, yo, it's time to prevail Gotta get up, get up, gotta get over I paid my respect, the cheque's in the mail Gotta get up, get up, gotta get over I gotta come krill, yo, my skills won't fail Gotta get up, get up, gotta get over Been holding my breath, yo, it's time to exhale [Mr Lawnge] Back in the days of bullshit when I was a small guy Taking the train home as I roamed but still I Never had a clue of what I was going to do To you, to you, and you, and you, and you too Make the world jump, the girls hump, collect a lump And make your speakers pump 'back on the scene Crispy and clean' Yo, the rap title's redeemed So you can save it for your next dream Black Sheep is taking rap to the extreme We got you coming back for more like a crack fiend But now I stick with nothing but my own clique I'm getting paid for what? Talking about my dick It's my prerogative, sucker Now you can tell your father that I'm the motherfucker On the TV, no, you can't see me Cause I'm on the DL, hiding from the industry Niggas that be getting on my nerves Trying to find the fucking beats that we preserve See, I've been digging in the crates for a minute Even my grandma's, believe I was up in it Taking it, breaking it, trying it, flying it I didn't have the money so, shit, I wasn't buying it I had to take what I could get and be happy with Not only records but clothes and food and shit Niggas trying to get over on, niggas trying to get over on Niggas trying to get over That's why I stay refined, and never think about the other kind Fake niggas trying to get mine I had to hold my head despite what was being said I used to wish that I had some lead That I could buck off, but then I got my luck off Away from Carolina, yo, I had to step the fuck off [Chorus] |
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