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Lost Boyz Get Up

town Know how we get down Get up and clap yo hands Come on and clap yo hands Get up and clap yo hands Come on and clap yo hands Get up and clap yo

flicks Spigg Nice got the flyin wit Jamaican chicks it aint no real ill shit, when L.B.'s in town (Get up, Get Up, Get Up) you know how we get down

something good to me Whoever wrote the words that come out of her mouth They know just how to get to me Well she's my muse and I get sick to my stomach

, poet, never to mention I love my lady rebel we can get the stroke on, we can get the stroke on, we can get the stroke on, we can get the stroke

rocky punch trying to get it in, get it in, get it in, wanna let my stick hit it miss hockey puck? I'm hella dope, get hella dough, I even got a big

flip flop, ding More flip cot, dirty pick rocks G.I . just lean on 'em Bitch, get scared and swing on 'em Problem too big, put the team on 'em They still running up

now (whats up) It's time for the real nigga role call Now when you hear your city or state being called You put your motherfuckin' middle finger up

get 'em up (Get 'em up) Put 'em up (Put 'em up) Stop actin' like a bitch and get yo hands up Well get 'em up (Get 'em up) Put 'em up (Put 'em up) Stop

chicks wanna get with me Because the 6 got more appliances than Circuit City [Chorus - 2x] [Afficial] Afficial we the Reebok boys, call us a classic And rap slowly up