Get Up Get Down Lyrics - Coolio

Steppin' up out the shadows, I comes equipped to wreck 

Hold up just a sec Coolio, I'm on deck 

(Malika) 

Yeap, the diction is on point 

Causin' friction when I flex up the jaw to hit the joint 

That can actually give a blood mob like Gotti 

Like the body cool, keep the strap up by the naughties 

Niggie trippin' why you beam us, I don't step up with no bullshit 

See that there, it's clip for this stickup on the hip 

Peep the correct way to get your pimp on 

Let me hit the bong, oh, and my mind's quite strong 

Wreck it nice and proper, if it's on I'm finsta to stop her 

If I'm swingin' for the knockout, best believe I'm fits to drop her 

Ninety-five's on poppin', representin' I keep stompin' 

Throw up my fists just like this when I'm mobbin' 

I killed the last, killed the ass with my ninety-five drive 

I'm deep like Denzel with my Crimson Tide, nigga 

Like Chaka Khan, I tell you something good 

I'm Hi-C like Spike Lee within tales from the hood 

You need it, I'll feed it, baby, check the size 

Have you goin' down like Mary J. Blige 

When it's poppin' like this you can't be a coward 

Shorty freaks fuckin' beats like Adina Howard 

My squad is hard with players and hustlers 

No toleration, for fakers and busters 

Fuckin' with me with all honesty 

You get bombed rap songs comin' constantly 

Bumpin' G-15's, Westside scene 

Killin' the competition while making a fuckin' green 

So ring, around the rosie and mosey to the Rosie 

And I want you to know G 

We bust and cuss and kick up dust 

Don't none of y'all niggaz want to fuck with us? 

So what's the time? It's time to get real 

Why you bust your rhyme? 'Cuz I got skills 

We bust and cuss and kick up dust 

Don't none of y'all niggaz want to fuck with us? 

So what's the time? It's time to get real 

Why you bust your rhyme? 'Cuz that's how I bail 

Watch me, swallow this nickel and shit five pennies 

I'm the loc'est of them all though the rat is kinda skinny 

How many linny and squidgy think they can see me? 

I'm from Compton where even in the summer niggaz wear beanies 

Bustin' lyrics sharper than razor blades, catch it from head to toe 

If you're shocked, then amazed 

When you see me at my stage show 

For my stage show beat 'em up 

40 Thevz gettin' busy, rockin' coast to coast 

Dogs the most rap, the hoes then rocks 'em up 

Givin' it up for hip-hop victims how should I drop 'em and then pop 'em 

For poppin' like to get what I got, and I ain't got a whole lot of nuthin' 

'Cuz I been ruffin' and scuffin', so give it up when I'm bustin' 

Or get to duckin' 'cuz I ain't given 'em nuthin' 

Fools can't get none, so fuck 'em 

Let me rock the motherfuckin' mic 

Smoke a whole stick of dynamite, then fight all night 

I got jabs like a welterweight champion 

The pocket-pincher purse-snatcher pistol-packin' 

Quick to get it crackin' 

Went from jackin' to rappin' to runnin' with a pack of mad men 

Pull a trick out my sleeve like Aladdin 

Some fool tried to play me for a punk 

I had to have him like lunch or dinner, he's just a beginner 

Fuckin' with a winner, number one contender top dog 

Head nigga in charge runnin' with a group of hogs 

40 Thevz, MAAD Circle, Cat, and Crowbar 

Best to put your daughter, wack ass rappers get tossed up 

Trying to come in here with that garbage 

My crew see the dopest and the hardest 

So clear the path or get your punk ass bogarted 

We bust and cuss and kick up dust 

Don't none of y'all niggaz want to fuck with us? 

So what's the time? It's time to get real 

Why you bust your rhyme? 'Cuz I got skills 

We bust and cuss and kick up dust 

Don't none of y'all niggaz want to fuck with us? 

I peep game and get recognized 

Buyin' all the hard liquor, toothpick and beedy-dyin' 

Bitch, you got dealt, peeled your cap the other way 

Like a reversible Louis-Vitton Gucci belt and ain't nothin' crackin' 

For them niggaz steppin' up with the funk, I'm packin' Tinactin 

'Cuz I be earnin' stripes in tight bunches 

All the homies carry nines, I carry rhymes in sucker punches 

What? Tootsie, my knees don't bend 

Just like that actor Hoffman, I be dustin' off men often 

Jaywalkin' over your coffin with an eleven shot loss 

And John wrecked that Austin won't soften 

You're lost and see arson, to exterminate the flyest nigga like Orkin 

Stalkin' lofts men to New York and in between 

So take caution, leave the flossin' for dental hygeine 

Mental plus my gene equals nasty young bastard 

The raps be lung mastered takin' vinyl's virginity 

Coincidentally I run shit like Walter Payton 

Niggaz player hatin' 'cuz I spoke like a Dayton 

I kick the bass like Ron Carter at the Carter 

When C and B came strollin' 

Blowin' niggaz up like when Mookie's stupid ass got caught smokin' 

Figure, your stigma is lack of enigma 

So bitch-ass niggaz better step like the Delta Sigma Thetas 

We don't give a fuck, fools better duck 

39 deep in the back of Wino's truck 

Like robbin' in the paint, fool think I ain't? 

Your crew is on stank, that's why I'm pullin' rank 

I rev like a motor float on like a boat to kick a style 

Like Tical from here to North Dakota 

The ambassador of funk with amps in the trunk 

And when it's time to rock a mic I won't be no punk 

I bring death to the evil and power to the people 

My name ain't Steve Miller but I fly like an eagle 

Don't play me for a chump, I get around like Gump 

And I got more con in my verse than Chuck 

And you don't want no motherfuckin' problems here 

'Cuz I can round up a posse like Paul Revere 

Your whole crew'll get took out, turned out, shook out 

Burned up like a cookout, so fools better look out 

Fresh out the penalty box 

Sportin' a stockin' cap, cut off dickies 

And some high-top striped socks 

The freestyle fanatic psychosomatic back at it causin' static 

With lyrics still as tight as a straight jacket 

The last in line but one of the first to get wit' cha 

Bringin' more terror to MC's than a Michigan militia 

Click, click boom, nigga fuck your crew 

It's the chanky hip-hopper, takin' over pissin' in your stage monitor 

Socket you think that you can fuck with mine in your wildest dreams 

You best to wake up and apologize 

Niggaz penetentiary yearn me 'cuz I burn like Parker 

But anyway, half of y'all couldn't see me with a pair of Blu Blockers 

The lyrical night stalker stalkin' at night in a pair of creased Khakis 

Chuck Taylors, my pistol grip tight 

Dub-C, that nigga from Westside mad circle 

Ay man, ay ay, what's up Wino? 

Uh, like loc, it's like late, let's get the fuck up out of here 

Are we out? Yeah, yeah, fuck it 

Fuck it, mad circle bitch