- Votes:
 - Composers:
 - Hakeem T. Seriki
 - Ciara P. Harris
 - Phalon Alexander
 
- See also:
 
Ciara - Get Up - MOTO BLANCO VOCAL MIX lyrics
Get up
 Get up
 Get up
 He said, "Hi, my name is so and so
 Baby can you tell me yours?"
 You look like you came to do
 One thing, set it off'
 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 tryin', admit it
 You just can fight the feelin' inside
 You know it
 And I can see it in your eyes
 You want me
 You smooth as ya 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, "Ciara's on your radio
 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 tryin', admit it
 You just can fight the feelin' inside
 You know it
 And I can see it in your eyes
 You want me
 You smooth as ya 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 alarmCiara - Get Up - MOTO BLANCO VOCAL MIX - http://motolyrics.com/ciara/get-up-moto-blanco-vocal-mix-lyrics.html
 The club is jumpin' now, so get up
 Ooh, I love the way you vibe with 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 'bout to turn this place out
 It's the kid stay ridin' big
 The one police tried to catch ridin' dirty
 In the club before eleven O'clock
 Like I'm tryin' to catch it down kinda early
 Look, ya thick her hair brown and curly
 She love the way my red shinin' pearly
 City boys say she fine a pretty
 In the country boys say she fine and 'purrty'
 My pockets 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 don't 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









