Black Sheep - Gotta Get Up lyrics
[Black Sheep - Gotta Get Up lyrics]
Black Sheep, ready to nova
I gotta get up and get over
Yo, Lisle, Lisle put a, put a little
Little bit of, bit of delay on my voice
Please,? Lawnge, what's up
We gonna do these drops or what
Yeah, and it goes a little something like
The freelance designer, yo
Yo come on let's get this shit going
Dres, the impeccable nigga's on
The mic and flowing
For those who made the purchase or
Came out on the streets black Sheep
Bow your heads cause we're
About to break beats
City lights shining with the ill timing
My glare everywhere
Don't stare cause my shit's blinding
I think, I think niggas best not blink
Cause they stink and I'm looking
At 'em pretty in pink with a passion
I want to put a gash in your ego
Your flavour's artificial, a goddamn placebo
Black, you can't believe it
You gotta dry heave it
Fake niggas can't achieve it
Fake bitches can't be-weave it
From the streets of New York to
Where I be on the ladder
Fatter, got your bitch saying "Baby
What's the matter?" as a matter of fact
It's Dres the knuckle-dragger
With a fresh manicure so I
Got my cloak and dagger
I roam with the grifters, my game's ever true
My style's old skool like
The new school review
I gets biz, on and on for days
And amaze with plays for non-gays, queens
Nah, fuck that! Queens, I ain't hushing
I'm crushing mafucks with a
Bumrush from Flushing
A member me, getting busy with GMC
Back when Rick was fresh and
Slick the nigga Doug E
Yeah, Tiki doing the freak, B
Backtrack a bit before the baby beat me
Got more peoples than any seen
In the video clip and we was getting life's
Desires from a strip
Hand-to handler, and the gambler
Give me the eggs, black, I'm the scrambler
You too, a mafucking lyric in a song
Helping that philly blunt shit catch on
Popote light the bat, pass the shit to AZ
Pass the shit to Lord, yo
Lord give the shit to me
Yo, Wild pass the shit to Skip
Skip roll another
The brother light's about to flip
It's buckwild Bland with the horrifying team:
Homicide, Cess, Doctor Sharjean
My nigga Black Ron, Steve O, Val, Amar, JR
Reese popo peace!
Born to KE and all my peoples that be
But foremost, the whole fucking Vargas family
We wrote the scripts and the times were fit
Original New York, New Jack City type shit
Now we still we make moves
Only to different grooves, black
Sheep, in fact get back
It's simple as that this
Gotta get up, get up, gotta get over
I gotta get mine, yo, it's time to prevail
Gotta get up, get up, gotta get over
I paid my respect, the cheque's in the mail
Gotta get up, get up, gotta get over
I gotta come krill, yo, my skills won't fail
Gotta get up, get up, gotta get over
Been holding my breath, yo
It's time to exhale
Back in the days of bullshit when
I was a small guy
Taking the train home as I roamed but still I
Never had a clue of what I was going to do
To you, to you, and you, and you, and you too
Make the world jump, the girls hump
Collect a lump and make your speakers pump
'back on the scene crispy and clean' Yo
The rap title's redeemed
So you can save it for your next dream
Black Sheep is taking rap to the extreme
We got you coming back for
More like a crack fiend
But now I stick with nothing
But my own clique i'm getting paid for what?
Talking about my dick
It's my prerogative, sucker
Now you can tell your father
That I'm the motherfucker
On the TV, no, you can't see me
Cause, I'm on the DL
Hiding from the industry
Niggas that be getting on my nerves
Trying to find the fucking
Beats that we preserve
See, I've been digging in the
Crates for a minute
Even my grandma's, believe I was up in it
Taking it, breaking it, trying it, flying it
I didn't have the money so, shit
I wasn't buying it
I had to take what I could
Get and be happy with
Not only records but clothes
And food and shit
Niggas trying to get over on
Niggas trying to get over on
Niggas trying to get over
That's why I stay refined
And never think about the other kind
Fake niggas trying to get mine
I had to hold my head
Despite what was being said
I used to wish that I had some lead
That I could buck off
But then I got my luck off
Away from Carolina, yo
I had to step the fuck off
Gotta get up, get up, gotta get over
I gotta get mine, yo, it's time to prevail
Gotta get up, get up, gotta get over
I paid my respect, the cheque's in the mail
Gotta get up, get up, gotta get over
I gotta come krill, yo, my skills won't fail
Gotta get up, get up, gotta get over
Been holding my breath, yo
It's time to exhale
I gotta get up and get over
Yo, Lisle, Lisle put a, put a little
Little bit of, bit of delay on my voice
Please,? Lawnge, what's up
We gonna do these drops or what
Yeah, and it goes a little something like
The freelance designer, yo
Yo come on let's get this shit going
Dres, the impeccable nigga's on
The mic and flowing
For those who made the purchase or
Came out on the streets black Sheep
Bow your heads cause we're
About to break beats
City lights shining with the ill timing
My glare everywhere
Don't stare cause my shit's blinding
I think, I think niggas best not blink
Cause they stink and I'm looking
At 'em pretty in pink with a passion
I want to put a gash in your ego
Your flavour's artificial, a goddamn placebo
Black, you can't believe it
You gotta dry heave it
Fake niggas can't achieve it
Fake bitches can't be-weave it
From the streets of New York to
Where I be on the ladder
Fatter, got your bitch saying "Baby
What's the matter?" as a matter of fact
It's Dres the knuckle-dragger
With a fresh manicure so I
Got my cloak and dagger
I roam with the grifters, my game's ever true
My style's old skool like
The new school review
I gets biz, on and on for days
And amaze with plays for non-gays, queens
Nah, fuck that! Queens, I ain't hushing
I'm crushing mafucks with a
Bumrush from Flushing
A member me, getting busy with GMC
Back when Rick was fresh and
Slick the nigga Doug E
Yeah, Tiki doing the freak, B
Backtrack a bit before the baby beat me
Got more peoples than any seen
In the video clip and we was getting life's
Desires from a strip
Hand-to handler, and the gambler
Give me the eggs, black, I'm the scrambler
You too, a mafucking lyric in a song
Helping that philly blunt shit catch on
Popote light the bat, pass the shit to AZ
Pass the shit to Lord, yo
Lord give the shit to me
Yo, Wild pass the shit to Skip
Skip roll another
The brother light's about to flip
It's buckwild Bland with the horrifying team:
Homicide, Cess, Doctor Sharjean
My nigga Black Ron, Steve O, Val, Amar, JR
Reese popo peace!
Born to KE and all my peoples that be
But foremost, the whole fucking Vargas family
We wrote the scripts and the times were fit
Original New York, New Jack City type shit
Now we still we make moves
Only to different grooves, black
Sheep, in fact get back
It's simple as that this
Gotta get up, get up, gotta get over
I gotta get mine, yo, it's time to prevail
Gotta get up, get up, gotta get over
I paid my respect, the cheque's in the mail
Gotta get up, get up, gotta get over
I gotta come krill, yo, my skills won't fail
Gotta get up, get up, gotta get over
Been holding my breath, yo
It's time to exhale
Back in the days of bullshit when
I was a small guy
Taking the train home as I roamed but still I
Never had a clue of what I was going to do
To you, to you, and you, and you, and you too
Make the world jump, the girls hump
Collect a lump and make your speakers pump
'back on the scene crispy and clean' Yo
The rap title's redeemed
So you can save it for your next dream
Black Sheep is taking rap to the extreme
We got you coming back for
More like a crack fiend
But now I stick with nothing
But my own clique i'm getting paid for what?
Talking about my dick
It's my prerogative, sucker
Now you can tell your father
That I'm the motherfucker
On the TV, no, you can't see me
Cause, I'm on the DL
Hiding from the industry
Niggas that be getting on my nerves
Trying to find the fucking
Beats that we preserve
See, I've been digging in the
Crates for a minute
Even my grandma's, believe I was up in it
Taking it, breaking it, trying it, flying it
I didn't have the money so, shit
I wasn't buying it
I had to take what I could
Get and be happy with
Not only records but clothes
And food and shit
Niggas trying to get over on
Niggas trying to get over on
Niggas trying to get over
That's why I stay refined
And never think about the other kind
Fake niggas trying to get mine
I had to hold my head
Despite what was being said
I used to wish that I had some lead
That I could buck off
But then I got my luck off
Away from Carolina, yo
I had to step the fuck off
Gotta get up, get up, gotta get over
I gotta get mine, yo, it's time to prevail
Gotta get up, get up, gotta get over
I paid my respect, the cheque's in the mail
Gotta get up, get up, gotta get over
I gotta come krill, yo, my skills won't fail
Gotta get up, get up, gotta get over
Been holding my breath, yo
It's time to exhale