"Get Up Get Off" lyrics
Aa Aana, Aye Aye Aan Mundian
You gotta get up
Gotta get up
If you wanna get...
I hate people that ain't movin' their shoes
And I hate everybody that I see not feelin' my groove
I like rhymes that be quick as we be takin' the bar
But I hate everybody that don't like electric guitars, and I
Hate people who think they can dose up they medicine – fuck 'em, we’re better'n 'em – they's no one, do not compare to me now
Twista spit the flow so hard it might show them the force
I'd like to see somebody talkin' shit get turned to a corpse
Only models with the ones that got the wickedest drawers, drink liquor and ballers love – I can kick it with y'all, but
Hate phony-ass people, and I
Hate having no dro, and I
Hate bougie-ass clubs that don't be havin' no bitches that bring it down to the floor, and I
Hate when I can't help somebody, and I
Hate when I ain't got dough, and I
Hate if you ain't feelin' Twista and Prodigy rockin' loose and partly losing control
You gotta get up
If you wanna get off
You gotta get up
Gotta get up
If you wanna get...
Hate phony-ass people, and I
Hate having no dro, and I
Hate bougie-ass clubs that don't be havin' no bitches that bring it down to the floor, and I
Hate when I can't help somebody, and I
Hate when I ain't got dough, and I
Hate if you ain't feelin' Twista and Prodigy rockin' loose and partly losing control
You gotta get up
If you wanna get off
You gotta get up
If you wanna get off
You gotta get up
If you wanna get off
You gotta get up
If you wanna get off
Aa Aana, Aye Aye Aan Mundian
Aa Aana, Aye Aye Aan Mundian
Aa Aana, Aye Aye Aan Mundian
Aa Aana, Aye Aye Aan Mundian
Keep your eyes open just so that I can stop you from blinkin'
Make you play Russian Roulette and try to see what you're thinkin'
Through the hole in your dome while I'm holding my own
Get so cold in the zone, I'm destroying my clone
I can fill a fuckin' room up with torture and pain
Blood of the lyrical Dracula is coursing my veins
It's the trilogy of terror, real MC from my era
Then I spit some vocal agility then I scare ya, because I
Hate y'all phony-ass people, and I
Hate having no dro, and I
Hate bougie-ass clubs that don't be havin' no bitches that bring it down to the floor, and I
Hate when I can't help somebody, and I
Hate when I ain't got dough, and I
Hate if you ain't feelin' Twista and Prodigy rockin' loose and partly losing control
You gotta get up
If you wanna get off
You gotta get up
If you wanna get off
You gotta get up
If you wanna get off
You gotta get up
If you wanna get off
Aa Aana, Aye Aye Aan Mundian
Aa Aana, Aye Aye Aan Mundian
Aa Aana, Aye Aye Aan Mundian
Aa Aana, Aye Aye Aan Mundian
Aa Aana, Aye Aye Aan Mundian
Aa Aana, Aye Aye Aan Mundian
Aa Aana, Aye Aye Aan Mundian
Aa Aana, Aye Aye Aan Mundian
You gotta get up
Gotta get up
If you wanna get...
I hate people that ain't movin' their shoes
And I hate everybody that I see not feelin' my groove
I like rhymes that be quick as we be takin' the bar
But I hate everybody that don't like electric guitars, and I
Hate people who think they can dose up they medicine – fuck 'em, we’re better'n 'em – they's no one, do not compare to me now
Twista spit the flow so hard it might show them the force
I'd like to see somebody talkin' shit get turned to a corpse
Only models with the ones that got the wickedest drawers, drink liquor and ballers love – I can kick it with y'all, but
Hate phony-ass people, and I
Hate having no dro, and I
Hate bougie-ass clubs that don't be havin' no bitches that bring it down to the floor, and I
Hate when I can't help somebody, and I
Hate when I ain't got dough, and I
Hate if you ain't feelin' Twista and Prodigy rockin' loose and partly losing control
You gotta get up
If you wanna get off
You gotta get up
Gotta get up
If you wanna get...
Hate phony-ass people, and I
Hate having no dro, and I
Hate bougie-ass clubs that don't be havin' no bitches that bring it down to the floor, and I
Hate when I can't help somebody, and I
Hate when I ain't got dough, and I
Hate if you ain't feelin' Twista and Prodigy rockin' loose and partly losing control
You gotta get up
If you wanna get off
You gotta get up
If you wanna get off
You gotta get up
If you wanna get off
You gotta get up
If you wanna get off
Aa Aana, Aye Aye Aan Mundian
Aa Aana, Aye Aye Aan Mundian
Aa Aana, Aye Aye Aan Mundian
Aa Aana, Aye Aye Aan Mundian
Keep your eyes open just so that I can stop you from blinkin'
Make you play Russian Roulette and try to see what you're thinkin'
Through the hole in your dome while I'm holding my own
Get so cold in the zone, I'm destroying my clone
I can fill a fuckin' room up with torture and pain
Blood of the lyrical Dracula is coursing my veins
It's the trilogy of terror, real MC from my era
Then I spit some vocal agility then I scare ya, because I
Hate y'all phony-ass people, and I
Hate having no dro, and I
Hate bougie-ass clubs that don't be havin' no bitches that bring it down to the floor, and I
Hate when I can't help somebody, and I
Hate when I ain't got dough, and I
Hate if you ain't feelin' Twista and Prodigy rockin' loose and partly losing control
You gotta get up
If you wanna get off
You gotta get up
If you wanna get off
You gotta get up
If you wanna get off
You gotta get up
If you wanna get off
Aa Aana, Aye Aye Aan Mundian
Aa Aana, Aye Aye Aan Mundian
Aa Aana, Aye Aye Aan Mundian
Aa Aana, Aye Aye Aan Mundian
Aa Aana, Aye Aye Aan Mundian
Aa Aana, Aye Aye Aan Mundian
Aa Aana, Aye Aye Aan Mundian
Aa Aana, Aye Aye Aan Mundian
Writer(s): Carl Terrell Mitchell, Liam Paul Paris Howlett, Shahin Ahmed, Juliette Lake Lewis
