up I make the crowd bounce, get on up Get on up, get on up Get on up, get on up Get on up, get on up Get on up, get on up 'Get on up' is the name of
get on up with your man Fat Joe, and I'm out "Get on up" "Get on up!" (Repeat 4x) To my people from Brooklyn, get on up And to my people from Manhattan, get on
Превод: Fat Joe. Вземи нагоре.
But I'ma be all right though [Chours] [Verse 3 - Fat Joe Always on my hard shit, Joey Viagra Pull up make 'em car sick, abra kadabra Presto magic, Bugattia??s on
so dark and me hat so low Me never ever ask to become solo Now me head so hot, and me dreads so cold Me so cold (Me come and say) [Verse 1 - Fat Joe
gon' bubble Came out the gate on some flow Joe shit Fat nigga with shoty was the logo kid Said my niggas don't dance We just pull up our pants and do
'cause I'm on it like that (Whoo) (Uh, come on) Come on (Yeah yeah, y'all) And put it (Yeah yeah, y'all) On me (Put it on ya girl) On me (I'm put it
it don't stop, watch the Pun get wicked When I edited even Luke be like 'Don't stop, get it get it When I edited even Luke be like 'Don't stop, get it get
that's gonna keep it real with you Put up with your shit and deal with you We all, we all need, we all need one [Verse 2 - Fat Joe] One, not two or three
on 'em I'm layin game to 'em I'm gassin misses to tattoo my name on 'em Gotta get that baby love, gotta get my paper up Gotta suspect me, exactly test
up So I still be on that yard with a feely of that Marley From the city the Philly women willing to menage Though I put em on pause since Manilli been involved Though everybody's on
Tommie Frazier on the mulfuckin one or two's Or Michael Vick if ya'll bark nigga ya'll through Yea, 25, 25, 25 can I get 30 my side jones is fat and
get get get it poppin' boy) Now what'chu gon' do? (Gonna get get get it poppin') Well it's two up in the mornin' and Them niggaz try'n hate on your crew
the mob, shoot up the bar Cuban the don daddy like john gotti I brung a long shotie for the chump bodies If it's on it's on, mami [ chorus ] It's mister
' a sentence Me and Tone Soul still co-defendants Know your legends, Fat Joe, Soul blowin' up sessions Split dough with detectives to get my flow in protection Through the ice on
me take ya home, papi let me take ya home" And I said "Mami you can take me home if you let the whole crew get on" (bitch) [Verse 1: Fat Joe] I got
