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Get Up (Main Version)
Ciara/Chamillionaire
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Uh
Uh
Yeah
Uh
Ow, ow, ow
Uh
Giddy up
Get up, get up, get up (Ciara)
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
Then I had to take him to the right
He was out of breath
But he kept on dancing all night
You tryin', admit it
But you just can't fight the feeling 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 watching me
Ooh, uh
The way you look at me, I'm feeling you, uh
I just can't help it, trying to keep it cool, uh
I can feel it in the beat, uh
When you do those things to me, uh
Don't let nothing stop you
Move, ring the alarm
The club is jumping now
So get up
I said Ciara's on you radio
Everybody turn it up
Spicy just like hot sauce
Careful, you might burn it up
You can do the pop lock
Rag-top, don't stop
That's the way you gotta get
Get it, make your body rock
You tryin', admit it
But you just can't fight the feeling inside
You know it
'Cause 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 watching me
Ooh, uh
The way you look at me, I'm feeling you, uh
I just can't help it, trying to keep it cool, uh (oh)
I can feel it in the beat, uh (feel it in the beat)
When you do those things to me, uh (do those things to me)
Don't let nothing stop you
Move, ring the alarm
The club is jumping 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 (follow me)
To the beat (to the beat), together
You and me, one on one
Breaking it down
You can't walk away now (oh)
We got to turn this place out
Ooh, ooh
It's the kid that stay riding big
The one the police tried to catch riding dirty
In the club before 11 o'clock
Like I'm tryna catch a dime kinda early
Looking thick, her hair brown and curly
She love the way my ride shining pearly
City boys say she fine and pretty
And the country boys say she fine and purty (yeah)
My pockets thick, it's green, it's curvy
And the ladies know soon as they see my jewelry
If being 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 hustler like me is hard to find
I ain't really impressed, that's unless it's about some dollar signs
Ain't really no need to call you fine
I know you be hearing that all the time
I'm watching you do your step, do your step
And yep, it's going down
Ooh, uh
The way you look at me, I'm feeling you, uh
I just can't help it, trying to keep it cool, uh
I can feel it in the beat, uh
When you do those things to me, uh
Don't let nothing stop you
Move, ring the alarm
The club is jumping now
So get up
Ooh, uh
The way you look at me, I'm feeling you, uh
I just can't help it, trying to keep it cool, uh
I can feel it in the beat, uh
When you do those things to me, uh
Don't let nothing stop you
Move, somebody ring the alarm
The club is jumping 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
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