Представляем точный текст композиции "Get Up Get Down" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Coolio . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Get Up Get Down» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Coolio передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Coolio - "Get Up Get Down"
Lyrics to Get Up Get Down : Verse One: Malika Steppin up out the shadows I comes equipped to wreck Hold up just a sec Coolio Im on deck (Malika) Yes the diction is on point Causin, friction when I flex up the jaw or hit the joint That can actually give a blood mob like Gotti Like the body cool, keep the scrap for the naughty Niggie trippin why you scheme so dont step up with no bullshit See that there its clip for this stickup on the hip Peep the correct way to get your pimp on Let me hit the bong oh and my minds quite strong Wreck it nice and proper if its on Im finsta to stop her If Im swingin for the knockout, best believe Im fit to drop her Ninety-fives on pocket, representin I keep stompin Throw up my fists just like this when Im mobbin Verse Two: Shorty I killed the last, killed the ass, with my ninety-five drive Im deep like d-cell with my Crimson Tide, nigga Like Chaka Khan, I tell you something good Im Hi-C like Spike Lee with a Tale From the Hood You need it, Ill feed it, baby check the size Have you Goin Down like Mary J. Blige When its popping like this, you cant 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 coming constantly Bumpin G-15s, 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 Chorus: We bust and cuss and kick up dust Dont none of yall niggaz want to fuck with us So whats the time' Its time to get paid Why you bust your rhyme' Cause I got skills We bust and cuss and kick up dust Dont none of yall niggaz want to fuck with us So whats the time' Its time to get paid Why you bust your rhyme' Cause thats how I bail Verse Three: Leek Ratt (of 40 Thevz) Watch me swallow this nickel and shit five pennies Im the locest of them all though the rat is kinda skinny How many linny and squidgy think they can see me' Im from Compton where even in the summer niggaz wear beanies Bustin lyrics sharper than razor blades catch it from head to toe if youre 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 vicitims how should I drop em and then pop em for poppin like to get what I got, and I aint got a whole lot of nuthin cuz I been ruffin and scuffin so give it up when Im bustin or get to duckin cuz I aint given em nuthin Fools cant get none, so fuck em! Verse Four: PS 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, hes 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 daughterWack ass rappers get tossed upTrying to come in here with that garbageMy crew see the dopest and the hardest So clear the path or get your punk ass Bogart-ed Chorus 1/2 Verse Five: Ras Kass I peep game and get recognized, biting on 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 aint nothin crackin For them niggaz steppin up with the funk Im packin Tinactin Cuz I be earnin stripes in tight bunches All the homies carry nines I carry rhymes with sucker punches What' Tootsie, my knees dont bend Just like that actor Hoffman I be Dustin off men often Jay-walking over your coffin with an eleven shot loss and jaw wrecked that Osten wont soften youre 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 virginity Coincidentally I run shit like Walter Payton Niggaz player hatin cause I spoke like a Dayton I hit the face like Ron Carter at the corner when C and B came strollin Blowin niggaz up like when Mookies stupid ass got caught smokin Figure, your stigma is lack of enigma So bitch-ass niggaz better step, like the Delta Sigma Thetas Verse Six: Coolio We dont give a fuck, fools better duck 39 deep in the back of Winos truck Like robbin in the paint, fool think I aint' Your crew is on stank, thats why Im 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 its time to rock a mic I wont be no punk I bring death to the evil and power to the people My name aint Steve Miller but I Fly Like an Eagle Dont play me for a chump, I get around like Gump And I, got more con in my verse than Chuck And you dont want no motherfuckin problems here Cuz I can round up a posse like Paul Revere Your whole crewll get took out, turned out, shook out Burned up like a cookout, so fools better look out Verse Seven: WC Fresh out the penalty box Sportin a stockin cap, cut off dickies, and some high-top striped socks The freestyle finatic pyschosomatic 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 MCs than a Michigan militia Click click boom, nigga fuck your crew Its 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 apoligize Niggaz penetentiary yearn me cuz I, burn like Parker but anyway, half of yall couldnt 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 MAAD Circle Ay man! Ay ay. Whats up Wino' Uh like loc, its like late, lets get the fuck up out of here Are we out' Yeah yeah fuck it Fuck it, MAAD Circle bitch! [ Get Up Get Down Lyrics ]
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