Перевод: Sole ". Get Up In It.
these niggas is sweatin Come wit it Know they want the ass, Watchin 'em bettin On who get it It's a no go, if you no dough Fo-get it Don't like, you
all obstacles professionally and rock on And that's exactly how we made it rock (made it rock) We turn this on and then we make it hot (make it hot) We
ha. Ah ha ha. Ah ha ha. Hey Yeah. Ah ha. We got it, we got it, we got it goin' on. We got it, we got it, we got it goin' on......
for it, Down wit' me even if they put in a herse for it Got in the dirt for it Call me papi and'll pull up they skirt for it [Chorus] People ask me
Never give up Never hold you head down Never fear no man Never trust anybody Never say you cant Never, never never No Never give up Never hold
want it 4-5 it you can tell me how you like it Im mr however you want it, baby just j-j-j-j-jump on it I aint here to sell you dreams or paint you some
word That you quoted, said I wouldn't be the one that sewed it but (ha) we exploded I'm that rap nigga that you heard with Tupac, Sole, Lynch & Bo, Wake up
this Roll with this Get up in it The shower when the phone rings lookin' for me, now that figures Then the door bell, who could it be? It's my niggas
turn it on, turn it on Get your fifteen minutes It's almost gone, turn it on, turn it on Cha-ching So hurry turn it on, turn it on Get your fifteen minutes
tear the clu6 up (volume) So you should hit the floor Get low and shut up (volume) Hit the floor Get low and shut the fucc up (volume) Yous a 6itch yous
And get up on it I see why I've got a thing for you You make me feel so good inside I wanna get it started Let me get up on it, baby Now when I rock
If I knew it would get me to heaven 'Cause I want to get right with God Yes, you know you got to get right with God I would burn the soles of my feet
I choose, yeah I done been through some painful things I thought I would never make it through Filled up with shame from the top of my head to the soles
die when the King say die You can race it but you can't shake it, stop trying Try to hide it, cause you can't face it but you're born dying God, please
and dangerous, the risk shit Son ya heard? Are you listening? Then stop bitchin', 'coz the gun pay Put me down, get made Get bent as hell, talk shit get
empty Seen lately it's a style to hate me But even when inside I'm cool like a A/C The nickel back sole in the park they paid me The PJ's get shot up
how come I feel so lonely when you're up gettin' down? So I play along when I hear that favorite song I'm gonna be the one who gets it right You better
