Salt N Pepa - The Brick Track Versus Gitty Up Lyrics
Yo-hoChorus:Gitty up baby (gitty up, gitty up)Say what? gimmie all that you gotBaby dont stopKeep it comin strong, make it hot, say what?(chorus)Gitty up baby, im-a take you for a rideIt makes your soul wild when I release vibesFreak ya down till your asthma hit yaSalt, non-stop styles, lift yaMake you wanna get your stashBlowin like the wind, no need, got my own endsPlayer-haters never win cuz Im a ball to the endSend chill up your skin poppieWho the fake? not meCant take what I got, cant stop meFeel the vibe, ride bass slideYo, cant fight it hoLet it flow and move, show and proveWe can do this, shake your groove thingHold tight, aint nothin to thisWanna get down with skillsRomance and no frills?Uh, it feels ill, dont it?Yo-ho(chorus x2)I keep it hot like a block full of hustlersWho can make it blaze like us?Bless you to death, wanna freak me from the back?(girl, dont even play like that)Keep it comin strong, give me all that you got(chi-co, true baller dont stop)I throw it like a pitcher, let my sex appeal hit yaGame so sharp that it split yaPlaya what, keep your style in order(I aint been hooked since ewing was a hoya)Im-a party till I see the sunriseS n p keep the party liveKeep it comin baby(chorus)Gitty up babyGimmie that s and p, that sweet and funky stuff(say what? )Gimmie that s and p, that sweet and funky stuffGive it to me, give it to meGive it to me, give it to meGive me the funk, that sweet... yo-hoYo-ho(chorus x2)Gitty up babyYou can buy thatFeel the bass and hi-hatYou can buy thatFeel the bass and hi-hat
