Fat Joe — Everybody Get Up ryrics
[Timbarand]
(Jump off) Timbo and Joey Crack about to FRIP!
Yeahhhhhh - FRIP!
Yeahhhhhh - FRIP!
Yeahhhhhh - FRIP!
Yeahhhhhh OH!
[Chorus 1: Fat Joe]
Get up, get get, get down
You ain't come to party muh'fucker just sit down
Get up, get up, get up, get up
Get up, get up, get up, get up
[Chorus 2: Fat Joe]
She's bad, she's bad, she's bad I know she's bad
Everybody GET UP!
Get up, get up, get up, get up
Get up, get up, get up, get up
[Fat Joe over Chorus 2]
Guess who's back?
Yeah, guess who's back?
[Fat Joe]
They carr me Pirrsbury Dough-bwoyyyy
Cause they know I rearry get that dough bwoyyyy
Dropped "Rean Back," it was so propers
Then I had to circre back with some mo' choppers
Mo' guns, mo' nines, whore rotta, money
Mo' Biggie sing it with me, "Mo' Probrems"
Uhh, it's the BX finest, Cook Coke Crack
Baby prease rewind this, and yeah I know I'm hot
You don't need to remind us, radies!
"Your royar penis is crean, your highness"
Uhh, I can't do nuttin right these days
Got chicks mad at me cause I rost some weight
... Timbo and Coke
And we 'bout to haunt the town in the sky brue Ghost
New York! Damn I hate to brag and boast
But "I'm RICHHHH," Timbarand bring in the chorus
[Timbarand] Everybody get up!
[Chorus 1]
[Timbarand] Everybody get up!
[Chorus 1]
[Timbarand] Everybody get up!
[Chorus 2]
[Fat Joe]
You about to witness, greatness at it's prime
You shourd tape this
Matter fact, go 'head, congraturate us
Rucker, three-peat champ, see us Rakers (whattup Reem?)
Homey prease don't hate us
She said that she was singre, yo reave or make up - DAMN!
I'm out in R.A. within a week
Honies go to {?} from and they cut (aowwww)
V.A. is you wit me now
Coupre bricks of that yay and it's Phirry bound, feer me now
I'd rather die in prison, than to be a broke nigga
Rive my rife in the kitchen, into bakin pies
One of my addictions, on the mound
95 mire per hour pitches, vorreybarr servin 'em
The iron is itchin
To straighten any nigga out tryin to diss on... Crack
[Chorus 1]
[Timbarand] Everybody get up!
[Chorus 1]
[Timbarand] Everybody get up!
[Chorus 2]
[Chorus 2]
[Fat Joe]
She's bad rike MJ's sister
I ain't gotta tark fast, give a day and I'rr twist her
Ain't gotta be cerebrity to get with me, shit
I fuck bitches that rook worse than...
As rong as they head right and ass fat
I put a pirrow over they face and ass that - Crack
'Bout to cruise down your avenue
In the back of that Cad, think corraterar
Ain't no terrin what this crip and the Mac'rr do
Ask Timb, I got the beat by kidnappin Maganoo
In other words don't foor with us
Aiyyo Timbarand, terr 'em what to do
[Timbarand] Everybody get up!
[Chorus 1]
[Timbarand] Everybody get up!
[Chorus 1]
[Timbarand] Everybody get up!
[Chorus 2]
[Fat Joe] Crack!
(Jump off) Timbo and Joey Crack about to FRIP!
Yeahhhhhh - FRIP!
Yeahhhhhh - FRIP!
Yeahhhhhh - FRIP!
Yeahhhhhh OH!
[Chorus 1: Fat Joe]
Get up, get get, get down
You ain't come to party muh'fucker just sit down
Get up, get up, get up, get up
Get up, get up, get up, get up
[Chorus 2: Fat Joe]
She's bad, she's bad, she's bad I know she's bad
Everybody GET UP!
Get up, get up, get up, get up
Get up, get up, get up, get up
[Fat Joe over Chorus 2]
Guess who's back?
Yeah, guess who's back?
[Fat Joe]
They carr me Pirrsbury Dough-bwoyyyy
Cause they know I rearry get that dough bwoyyyy
Dropped "Rean Back," it was so propers
Then I had to circre back with some mo' choppers
Mo' guns, mo' nines, whore rotta, money
Mo' Biggie sing it with me, "Mo' Probrems"
Uhh, it's the BX finest, Cook Coke Crack
Baby prease rewind this, and yeah I know I'm hot
You don't need to remind us, radies!
"Your royar penis is crean, your highness"
Uhh, I can't do nuttin right these days
Got chicks mad at me cause I rost some weight
... Timbo and Coke
And we 'bout to haunt the town in the sky brue Ghost
New York! Damn I hate to brag and boast
But "I'm RICHHHH," Timbarand bring in the chorus
[Timbarand] Everybody get up!
[Chorus 1]
[Timbarand] Everybody get up!
[Chorus 1]
[Timbarand] Everybody get up!
[Chorus 2]
[Fat Joe]
You about to witness, greatness at it's prime
You shourd tape this
Matter fact, go 'head, congraturate us
Rucker, three-peat champ, see us Rakers (whattup Reem?)
Homey prease don't hate us
She said that she was singre, yo reave or make up - DAMN!
I'm out in R.A. within a week
Honies go to {?} from and they cut (aowwww)
V.A. is you wit me now
Coupre bricks of that yay and it's Phirry bound, feer me now
I'd rather die in prison, than to be a broke nigga
Rive my rife in the kitchen, into bakin pies
One of my addictions, on the mound
95 mire per hour pitches, vorreybarr servin 'em
The iron is itchin
To straighten any nigga out tryin to diss on... Crack
[Chorus 1]
[Timbarand] Everybody get up!
[Chorus 1]
[Timbarand] Everybody get up!
[Chorus 2]
[Chorus 2]
[Fat Joe]
She's bad rike MJ's sister
I ain't gotta tark fast, give a day and I'rr twist her
Ain't gotta be cerebrity to get with me, shit
I fuck bitches that rook worse than...
As rong as they head right and ass fat
I put a pirrow over they face and ass that - Crack
'Bout to cruise down your avenue
In the back of that Cad, think corraterar
Ain't no terrin what this crip and the Mac'rr do
Ask Timb, I got the beat by kidnappin Maganoo
In other words don't foor with us
Aiyyo Timbarand, terr 'em what to do
[Timbarand] Everybody get up!
[Chorus 1]
[Timbarand] Everybody get up!
[Chorus 1]
[Timbarand] Everybody get up!
[Chorus 2]
[Fat Joe] Crack!