ace hood - get 'em up lyrics
get ’em up
[intro]
ace hood (ay, get em up)
gutta (ay, get em up)
(ay, get em up) chea
(ay, get em up) gutta, gutta, hey
[verse 1]
i got my drop top rollin’ and i’m heading to the mother land
grippin’ on that steering wheel, p-ssenger’s a duffel bag
hundred in the louie, don’t confuse me with that other cat
engine in the truck jack, pushing like a super pack
automatic b-tton pad just to keep the top back
ruby red insides, lamborghini fruit snacks
twenty-two, that’s what i shoot, you know them b-tches got a mack
back to the back of the lac in case them p-ssy n-gg-s wanna jet
know i keep that .45, turn you into cabbage patch
hit you right between the eyes then leave you like an alley rat
100 for the bracelet, a track, i’m like a magnet
hit ’em with that gutta swag, sw-ngin with the louie rag
[chorus:]
say i maybe gave a d-mn but i never gave a f-ck
rep your city like a g then put your middle fingers up
i got that east side rollin’, and that west side smoke
south side rollin wit me and the north side folk
get em up (ay, get em up)
get em up (ay, get em up)
get em up (ay, get em up)
get em up (ay, get em up)
get em up (ay, get em up)
get em up (ay, get em up)
get em up (ay, get em up)
you rep your city n-gg-, gon’ show it up
[verse 2]
and it go, eenie meenie mini mo, catch me slippin’ never though
know i keep that full clip, come and get you super soak
call me mr. cinemax, shoot you like a movie role
hundred on the highway, let’s see how fast the coupe can go
new edition fit the kid, they ship the sh-t from england
that’s me in the foreign whip, climbing like the ring-a-lings
yes, i’m on some other sh-t, don’t know who you f-cking wit
yes, i keep that .45, you better keep a body guard
benz is in the parking lot so you know the block is hot
tell em we don’t give a sh-t and mother f-ck the other side
b-tch you know i’m born to ride, h b and some murder minds
open up the suicide doors, call it homicide
[chorus]
[verse 3]
i got my black flag sw-ngin and i’m bangin on some gutta sh-t
just copped me a sp-ceship, took it from the government
white-on-white drop top, call that b-tch a cool whip
had to blow the brains out, yeah i keep it ruthless
know you n-gg-s mad but tell em haters i does it
better quit that fussing, don’t know what’s in the bullpit
.45’s a motherf-cker, hit you and your cousin
think i gave a d-mn but i never gave a f-ck
got that oven heated up and b-tch you lookin like lunch
take them heaters to your gut like it’s a million uppercuts
then i dip off in the cut and throw it up, who give a f-ck?
got that vodka in my cup, bring my gangsta to the front, what’s up?
[chorus]
say i maybe gave a d-mn but i never gave a f-ck
rep your city like a g then put your middle fingers up
i got that east side rollin’, and that west side smoke
south side rollin wit me and the north side gon
get em up (ay, get em up)
get em up (ay, get em up)
get em up (ay, get em up)
get em up (ay, get em up)
get em up (ay, get em up)
get em up (ay, get em up)
get em up (ay, get em up)
you rep your city n-gg-, gon’ show it up
[outro]
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