The Getup

[Verse 1: Phonte]

Yall can't do it like 'Te do it

Can't stop won't stop

Like a ford explorer without the brake fluid

Spinning out on firestones with the shake to it

Leaving all the passenger with scrapr bruises

My rap niggas take to it me and Pooh sick of eatin noodles

This year we fitten to add a steak to it

And wild out with our hands in the air now

And smack these funny niggas giving us the stare down

And get up on those fly honeys with their hair down

Looking like the sweetest candy apples at the fairgrounds

And this just the way we do this

So if you wanna hear some new shit whatcha gotta do is

[Chorus: Phonte]

Get Up (Come on now)

Get Up (Come and)

Get Up (Uh Uh Uh)

This is the Get up (Whatchu waitin on)

[Post-Chorus]

"There's something about these hoes . . . "

[Verse 2: Big Pooh]

They think they're better than I

Battle states cause I'm a hell of a guy

Shit's fly when I kick lines

The most improved when I kick rhymes

Not in the prime but ahead of my time

Staying sublime to the limelight

Yall maggots hagged and don't rhyme right

From being exposed to light

Nocturnal cause you chose this life

You fucked up cause you chose the pipe

Warning the trucks that Pooh bout to go yard

I'm a couple past Bonds when I face your squad

First smith specialist nobody get the best of us

Pooh and 'Te tag team like we wrestlers

And maintain under pressure bro

On and on and etcera

Makin sure the compitition never get ahead of us

And it's so ill the way we do this

So if you waitin for some new shit whatcha gotta do is

[Chorus: Phonte]

Get Up (Come on now)

Get Up (Come and)

Get Up (Uh Uh Uh)

This is the Get up (Whatchu waitin on)

[Post-Chorus]

"There's something about these hoes . . . "

[Singing Outro]