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Ciara Feat. Chamillionaire - Get Up lyrics
Ladies and gentlemen, Ciara!
 He said, âHi, my name is so and so, baby, can you tell me yours?
 You look like you came to do one thing, set it offâ
 I started on the left and I had to take him to the right
 He was out of breath but he kept on dancin' all night
 You try an' admit it but you just can fight the feelin' inside
 You know it and I can see it in your eyes
 You want me, you smooth as a mother
 You're so undercover by the way that you was watchin' me
 Ooh! Uh, the way you look at me I'm feelin' you, uh
 I just can't help it tryin' to keep it cool, uh
 I can feel it in the beat, uh, when you do those things to me, uh
 Don't let nothin' stop you
 Move, ring the alarm, the club is jumpin' now
 So get up!
 I said âCiara's on your radioâ everybody turn it up
 Spicy just like hot sauce careful you might burn it up
 You can do the pop lock, ragtime, don't stop
 That's the way you gotta get, get it, make ya body rock
 You try an' admit it but you just can beat the feelin' inside
 You know it âcause I can see it in your eyes
 You want me, you smooth as a mother
 You're so undercover by the way that you was watchin' me
 Ooh! Uh, the way you look at me I'm feelin' you, uh
 I just can't help it tryin' to keep it cool, uh
 I can feel it in the beat, uh, when you do those things to me, uh
 Don't let nothin' stop you
 Move, ring the alarm, the club is jumpin' now
 So get up!
 Ooh, I love the way you vibin' me
 Dance with me forever
 We can have a good time, follow me
 To the beat together
 You and me, one on one
 Breakin' it down
 You can't walk away now
 We got to turn this place out, oohCiara Feat. Chamillionaire - Get Up - http://motolyrics.com/ciara-feat-chamillionaire/get-up-lyrics.html
 It's the kid that stay ridin' big
 The one the police tried to catch ridin' dirty
 In the club before eleven o'clock
 Like I'm tryin' to catch it down kinda early
 Lookin' thick, her hair brown and curly
 She love the way my ride shinin' pearly
 City boys say she fine and pretty
 In the country boys say she fine and purrty
 Yeah, my pocket's thick as green, it's curvy
 And the ladies know soon as they see my jewelry
 If bein' fresh to death is a crime
 I think it's time for me to see the jury
 You know Chamillionaire stay on the grind
 A hustla like me is hard to find
 I ain't really impressed, yes
 Unless it's about some dollar signs
 Ain't really no need to call you fine
 I know you be hearin' that all the time
 I'm watchin' you do ya step, do ya step
 Yep, it's goin down
 Ooh! Uh, the way you look at me I'm feelin' you, uh
 I just can't help it tryin' to keep it cool, uh
 I can feel it in the beat, uh, when you do those things to me, uh
 Don't let nothin' stop you
 Move, ring the alarm, the club is jumpin' now
 So get up!
 Ooh! Uh, the way you look at me I'm feelin' you, uh
 I just can't help it tryin' to keep it cool, uh
 I can feel it in the beat, uh, when you do those things to me, uh
 Don't let nothin' stop you
 Move, ring the alarm, the club is jumpin' now
 So get up!
 I got to have you baby
 Uh, I feel it, I got to have you baby
 I got to have you baby
 Uh, I feel it, I got to have you baby



















