Salt N Pepa - Gitty Up Lyrics
Spin: gitty up babeCheryl salt james & rufus blaq:You can buy thatFull of bass and hi-hatYou can buy thatFull of bass and hi-hatCheryl salt james & rufus blaq:Im-ah make you bounce till your hip hurtsMake you workSweat till you drench your blouse, and your skirtAnd im-a freak you till you pass outPay cash out, baby tear your back outKeep banginHo, b.l.a.q. make you say, hoS and p, chi-ca, chi-coEverybody put your hands in the skyGitty up, gitty up, lets rideChorus:Gitty up baby (gitty up, gitty up), say whatGive me all that you got, baby dont stopKeep it comin strong, make it hot, say whatGitty up baby (gitty up, gitty up), say whatGive me all that you got, baby dont stopKeep it comin strong, make it hot, say whatCheryl salt james:Gitty up baby, im-ah take you for a rideIt makes your soul wild, when I release vibesFreak ya down, til your asthma hit yaSalt, non-stop styles, lift yaMake you wanna get your stashRollin like a ben, no needGot my own end, payer-haters never winCuz Im involved to the endSend chill up your skin, poppieWho debate, not meCant take what I got, cant stop meYou still divide by, bass slideYo, cant fight it, ho, lets flow run and moveShow and prove, we can do thisShake your groove thing, hold tightAint nothin to thisWhen they get down with skillsRomance and no frills, uhIt feels ill, dont itChorusSandra pepa denton:I keep it hot like a block full of hustlersWho can make it blaze like usBless you to deathWanna freak me from the back (girl, dont even play like that)Keep it comin strong, give me all that you got (yo, true baller dont stop)I throw it like a pitcher, let my sex appeal hit yaGame so sharp that it split ya, tell ya whatKeep a stylin, boy (I aint been hooked since yin was a hoiler, what)Cant nobody do it this tight (say what)Pep be the bomb, thats right (what)Look at all the players tryin to get with me, sit with meYo, it aint shh to meIm-ah party til I see the sunriseIt hurts to keep the party liveKeep it comin babyChorusRufus blaq:Gitty up babyGive me that s and p, thats who the funk is forGive me that s and p, thats who the funk is forGive it to me, give it to meGive it to me, give it to meGive me the funk, thats meDeidra spinderella roper:S to the p-i-n, spare with a rellaAint no fella, uh, well aFreak your body, keep the party hotGive me all that you go,t and it dont stopWhen it moves down on mePut your grooves down, homieCant lose now, come onCan you break it down to the boneBoo you actin like you grownBefore I take you home (watch out)You better moveChorusGitty up babyYou can buy thatFull of bass and hi-hatYou can buy thatFull of bass and hi-hat
