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Cruachan - Get Up lyrics
Hook:
 Get up, ride, sit back
 Who's dangerous
 Get up, pow, you foul
 Can't hang wid this
 Get up, now, gun blast
 It's a Conflict
 Get up, ride, sit back
 Who's dangerous
Verse 1: WildStyle
 It's time to get up and hit the hay
 Wid the high ass hay song
 Betta come and get some
 Drop the top up in and
 Cock the glock and peel
 Rolling through the teal
 What it feel?
 And if I slip
 Ya betta come equipped
 Listen to the whips
 And the gunshot rips
 I really don't give a damn how you feel
 I kill if I gotta do it
 Down and to the ground I nail
 When it's time to mack, them freaks,
 I gotta strap up wid Jimmy, uhh,
 When I get it wid a girl and the dough
 It's a rodeo show from the back wid the Carlos
 When I gon' slang them thangs
 They write the word the word is flict
 Tricks wid style it's WildStyle
 I'm pissed, you think you can throw
 Now fool you wish, rodeo we on me, lay back
 Taking all you bunk punks wid the quickness
 You supposed to be a playa
 But you running at the mouth
 Shoulda mind your business
 Come and get it try to get it
 Rougher than the necks
 I break necks on somebody wanna flex
 Then let's flex and get it off your chest
 The wild west, yes, flict
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Verse 2: Cold Hard
 It's the wicked wild west,
 Winchester for your chest
 Or your man people just can't understand
 That I'm a hoodlum that's rawwed up
 When I close-in slowly posing if you snooze
 Then you losing ya whole damn crew
 Those scoundrels got a round for 'em
 If ya mama want drama
 I'ma bump her in too
 Buck, snap, load 'em up roll out
 HEAD FOR THE HILLS NOW!
 Stuck, trapped, bottle up no clout
 Death for real pow
 Never could ya get it
 Wid a renegade desperado,
 Plenty ammo flowing like a fountain
 I be coming round the mountain,
 Gunning, nigga done in
 Ya best ta giddy up
 When ya hear them horsies troddin'
 At full riding, and ya climbing
 And someone shotting
 Much trouble passing on the barnyard
 Go 'head and bounce and let it go
 I'm sick a these soft party cliks wanna flowCruachan - Get Up - http://motolyrics.com/cruachan/get-up-lyrics.html
 It's the real rodeo kicking the flow
 So hoe on the ride
 Can ya giddy up hoe?
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Verse 3: Kilo
 Thinking I won't bust you
 Don't luck your punk
 Glad ta get your body stunk
 As I creep wid a rowdy clik
 Ta ease ya feet and pop the trunk
 Man I hate ta do this shit
 Cause it was my melody
 Thought that I called him a bitch
 So I up my barrel-y
 Didn't have ta hit ya for the homicide
 That's why he died nobody cried
 He shouldn'ta tried
 Holla flict and ride
 Meet you in your next life
 Get on you square get high tonight
 Cause last night when he been here
 Now he wanna know why he didn't ride
 A pocket knife or even flict
 Boing boing ya see me dong floing
 Giddy up now watch me get thoing
 Get ya ass fast I'ma last
 Demonstrate, pass we crash
 Face to face and my nigga
 Gohilian mixed beast type nigga
 Dangerous to the world
 Giddy up now what you figure nigga
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Verse 4: Never
 Everybody giddy up
 Drum down on your money
 Do you wanna put um up now, shit
 Fucking put him up punk
 I'ma put him in the trunk
 I'ma mind smoke him up wid tha fives
 All a bag a funk
 And go coast to coast and GET UP
 Crucial Conflcit got 'em on cloud nine
 Doing hard time
 In the state a mind of a, killa
 Niggas act like I won't pull
 Tha block block blam
 Boogie woogie shake it to the left man
 Back to the right man
 Making the tightest song
 Gone again, drinking on gin
 Smoking on hay getting in my zone
 Riding slick been on the block a bit
 Put on the good old Final Tic
 C-H-I-C-A-G-O giddy up
 While we kick that rodeo
 Back to back we gonna smoke on
 And toke a sack and tack the proke on
 I was born to get up and put 'em in flight
 Never say never cause never'll do
 And make 'em all giddy up tonight
 Side to side let's ride and roll
 Ya can't control ya self no more
 So come on ya gone
 Got 'em all dropping
 And leave 'em hopping
 To the hip old west
 For you ya boo ya whole crew too
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