Get Up Lyrics - Doc Walker

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 

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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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Hook 

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 flow 

It's the real rodeo kicking the flow 

So hoe on the ride 

Can ya giddy up hoe? 

Hook 

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 

Hook 

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 

Hook