Trick Daddy - Get On Up lyrics

Trick Daddy Get On Up [JV] I'm sittin in tha cut, smokin on wha? Hataz betta watch out for tha bu*t I bring it to ya, wha? Bring it from ya head to ya wha? Yea, I'm real wit it, n***a wha? You wanna playa hate n***a, wha? Yea I'm Slip-n-Slide n***a wha? You betta give a f** Feel yo body penetratin' though ya gut You betta come quick 'fo some n***az come hatin', ya heard!!! Before I get to burnin' ya, Slip-n-Slide turnin' ya [Queen] Queen cant be touched like hot potatoes Every n***a I know keep a glock for hataz Let me know wha he doin' wit tha rocks n***a, let me know I'll run up in tha spot Get me 2 steaks, a drank and lock down Aint no visualizin', like me now Queen like drank, gotta stand my ground Back up off me wit tha hands I clown Slip-n-Slide on tha dump, if you wanna know wa**up If you know like I know bet not f** [Lost Tribe] We got tha weed in tha tote, n***a wanna deed, here I dont n***a bring tha B's for tha pump Tribe comin' clean like a b**h We gon hit yo town for a lick n***a, we dont run we attack em Then you can't splack em n***a outta line so we had to subtract em We keep it real, while ya'll counterfeit Throw a gla** when I cant, then a sign ya get We gon do ya like a pound we get So you betta stay from round my sh** Slip-n-Slide put me on tha list Miami, get on up!!! Atlanta, get on up!!!! Alabama, get on up!!!! Mississippi, get on up!!! Houston, get on up!!! Carolina, get on up!!! New Orleans, get on up!!! Chicago, get on up!!! [SS] If you aint Slippin-n-Slide, how you ride? You get yo head cracked open, when SS start collide Whoa now, ay hold up boy, aint no thang To get off tha chain and steal ya Jordans Ya get a stain on ya brain from tha Southeast Once ya getta dick and some nuts in ya mouth, eats n***a Aint no click like this one That'll make a jealous n***a wanna get a big gun But it's too late cause we gon', my dawgs got tha AK, I got tha chrome We finna chill at tha top like wha? This game is a fat p**y finna get f**ed, its like tha n***a [Money Mark] Slip-n-Slide til I die a** n***a Pull a n***a hoe in tha fly a** Jetta And f** on anotha Stay smoked out, Money Mark stay loched out Bicardi wit tha chokes out, hollerin folks out When I go by hittin this, Slip-n-Slide aint no forgettin' this Eatin' on b**hes cause I'm different Pack Villangers, f** hoes that's willin ta Give up tha guts and let em smoke til they feel tha nut Skeelo, bad b**hes in Speedo's And there will be no, where we go See yo, doin what tha f** we wanna do Bust slugs and join ya crew, so wha you gon do? [Chorus] San Fran, get on up!!! Oakland, get on up!!!! Detroit, get on up!!! Dallas, get on up!!! St. Louis, get on up!!!! Baltimore, get on up!!! L.A. get on up!!! New York, get on up!!! [Trick Daddy] I'm into introducin' myself as tha greatest No if, and buts or maybe's, unless you's a hata So real n***az gon die by days, while you hoe n***az cry Why you fussin n***az lie? Die by days, dont wanna hea about tha click you abound You know a n***a wit a Benz like mines? Same color, same yea like mines Same model, same red like mines Every hoe I'm f**in, you don f**ed, bruh And every bet I call, you matched ya 'lil s**a You got beef wit 'ol boy model Well shave ya head and get gold teeth like 'ol boy Peepin my D's galore, lovin these skeeza hoes How do you suppose? New clothes to change ya hoe You, f** n***a, jus got to go, s**a Louisville, get on up!!! Robin Hood, get on up!!!! Liberty City, get on up!!! Carol City, get on up!!! Opalocka, get on up!!! 'Lil Haiti, get on up!!! Overtime, get on up!!! Richmond Heights, get on up!!! Pullrine, get on up!!!! Ohhh, get on up!!!! Seminola, get on up!!! Stop pot, get on up!!! Wynnewood, get on up!!! Pork and beans, get on up!!! 22 Ave, get on up!!! 32 Ave, get on up!!! Wont cha get on up!!! Get on up!!! Get on up!!! Wont cha get on up!!! Get on up!! Get on up!!! Get on up!!!! Wont cha get on up!!!! Get on up!!!! Get on up!!! Get on up!!! Wont cha get on up!!! Get on up!!! Get on up!!! Get on up!!! Wont cha get on up!!!!