L.A., ya gotta get up You got to get up right now Turn the system upside down You're 'sposed to be fed up right now Turn the system upside down Get up
Übersetzung: The Coup. Holen Sie sich bis.
to get this bitch crunk? [Hook] You got to get up right now Turn the system upside down Your 'sposed to be fed up right now Turn the system upside down Get up
for me Now get low, shorty work that back Now get low, yeah just like that Now get low [Lloyd Banks:] Yeah, they love it when I pop round, doors up,
2:] If you're a fly gyal, get your nails done Get a pedicure, get your hair did Boy lift it up, lets make a toast-ah Lets get drunk, its gon bring us
, actin' like yall don't know Look, I can't even walk through the mall no more I just pull up, get out, and get all the hoes They never seen doors lift up
Berretta The three fifty seven Or the black Mac-11 We drive bulletproof coupes nigga go on and take your shot We used to shoot hoops nigga, now we shoot up
a Hoover Crip, but bust slugs Like an Inglewood Blood I mingle with thugs My single 'gon buzz Ya boy export get rid of the drugs I still bag my dope up
'm puzzled now, how the fuck you blow that You got a nigga on the side, well you should have him full time Go fuck up his shit instead of mine [50 Cent:] Go get
t That Sound Silly Favorite catch phrase Keep It Real But not really Still he making ends without an n Pushing up a jeep a Lex coupe Beemer and a Benz
s a coup coming on there's a coup coming on there's a coup coming on there's a coup coming on a coup coming on bad vibrations (there's a coup coming on
other side of town who wanna ride wit me (Throw ya hands up, hands up) They can't hide, listen to the rough s**t, my click (Throw ya motherf**kin hands up
Can't get no ??? If you do better watch your bizack Can't get 'em, catch that click-clack That mean these Soldierz got a hizack Gotta get that fo-fo,
coup And you know I be raggin' Jeans stay saggin' G'd up from the feet up And no I ain't braggin' I got gun to spray ya block up Like I'm taggin' Niggas
You talk too much boy I'll put ya on mute Even me would need more than a vest And more than one strap I guess You got me all fucked up I might just get your whole clique stuck up
paper! (AAHHHH!) Make paper! Take paper! I'm major! (YEAH!) I cake up, new Jacob, nigga wake up! Your old straight up! - Pay up; or get sprayed up! (whooo
(50 Cent)] What, let me get that Lex nigga, sex, wetter than aquariums Flashing, they get their ass in (Uh...) Who fucks slow with lear jets and coupes
