Salt N Pepa - Get Up Everybody Lyrics
Ok, yall, this is it now bust itThe mic will sing soon as I touch itDo this smooth and easy likeSo we might get hyped in here tonightBe nice, relax, mcs further backIf you aint with thatIm-a have to attack you with a bad rapThat can smack the smile off your face jackSo dont start no crapGivin a little bit of heart and soulAs we do it to you in your earholeHuh, I aint going out like a suckerAnd if you think so, boy, then pucker upAnd kiss the butt of this lyricistBlow on the mic and make a wishThis groove is set to soothe and move youParty people now its time toGet up, I think the sound will make youGet up, word up, I swear you got toGet up, everybody get upGet up, everybody get upGet up, everybody get upSpinderella my djs a turntable trooperMy partner pepa shes a power boosterWord to life, I swear, shell seduce yaDont take my word, Ill introduce herI dont need no introduction, I just bust inGrab a microphone and then start dustinSo-called lyricists can never deal with thisSwift-lipped vocalists either and also ifI was a mute, Id still knock bootsPut up your dukes, troop, and im-a play ya like a fluteTo show you all on me you cant sleep onSpinderella, please drop some beats onThis crowd, pump it up loudGimme a scratch, ok nowIts time for hell to be raisedAs I kick some lyrics on the beats hurb madeSalts at my side with a shotgunA little action? I just had someWhat can I say? the girl dont playGonna skip town on judgement daySo dont just sit there like a poo-putt stupidThe records called get up, I think you better do itGet up, everybody get upGet up, everybody get upGet up, everybody get upSalty thats me flippin on mcsIm not gonna waste your time on the strength, Ill beDef, dumb, dope, completely phenominalYou didnt know? yeah, right, come on nowOh, Im supposed to believe e-m-c-e-esAre glad salt is makin gs?Save that crap, I got my public to rap toTried to play me out, I ought to slap you, punkFor being disrespectfulI grip the microphone like a pitbull terrierYes, but Im scarier, under a ton of rhymes Ill bury yaHyped like a poet, on the mic Ill show itDo-re-mi fa-so-la ti-do itJazz, rhythm, blues, soul, pop, rock n roll, even hip-hopLovers, are my brothers and sistersAll in all over ten billion listenersLend me your ear when you want to hearThe hypest and ripest sound of the yearGet up, everybody get up...
