Clipping. - Get Up lyrics
clipping. [Daveed Diggs, William Hutson, Jonathan Snipes] LA, CA. U.S. 🇺🇸
[Clipping. - Get Up lyrics]
Game don't wait (heavy wait)
Eyes heavy but it's time
To grind motherfucker
Can't be late (hold up wait)
Fuck a nine-to-five, push work state-to-state
(shit) no work, no food
Still eatin' off paper plates
Banana clip is a paperweight, paper mate
Tell 'em how you're married to the game
She fuckin' everybody but you still
Put a ring on it, on it
Keep it one hunnit, homies
Home is where the homies
Home is where the homies got your back
Get your backpack get
Back to the block, bring it
Back to the block, shit
Slangin' crack beats cracks into Sacroiliac
But the Glock cocked back
Lay another body flat
Here when they turn on the street lights
Hustle 'til they cut 'em off
That's the street life
Got the chrome on my hip and a bird for sale
That's how I get mine, that's how I get it
Hustlin' is a habit, so they say
This is for the G's who wasn't trippin'
And never knew any other way
Other ways of gettin' money
Not many do not require
A degree of separation from the
Streets you gettin' paid in
In which the degree of
Difficulty is extraordinarily high
And she high while doin' it so see why
Somebody who isn't from it
Might not understand
How you body a body in other words
(how I could just kill a man)
And still a gram is a
Gram and nobody is Instagramin'
They killin' on Cypress Hill and they
Still is squeezin' the hammers
Police is beyond the scanners
These some obsequious bandit's
And brandishin' flags of function
You fuck a figure
It's fashion then flash on a motherfucker
You fuckin' seeing the passion
Forgetting the hunger this the jungle
Time to get active and crack it
So acrobatic, it'll flip in a sec
But set's up and no second guessing
Here in the street
People sweating for the money
Here when they turn on the street lights
Hustle 'til they cut 'em off
That's the street life
Got the chrome on my hip and a bird for sale
That's how I get mine, that's how I get it
No time for wifey's babies
Or other collateral damage
Checking for snitches
They be the ones order tacos in Spanish
Always thinking that they blendin' in
But then sending them telegrams
To the rollers, they bitches
Not meaning feminine
Meaning, fuck it, ain't no explaining
Get the fuck up and push cocaine
All these fuckers gon' sleep all day
But if you suck up when one of
You step up to these bucks
Knock if you lacing up them chucks
No Taylor Gangin'
This shit is grimy and dirty
Clothes stankin' while you slangin'
Get up out to the blacktop
Backpack for the crack rock
Take shot at the cops at a spot
Where they knock a neighborhood watch
Watch him
Learn the code if them eyes are closed
That means he sleeping on his feet
And been out in the cold
And if he flashin' the gold
He either new or want action and
Got back up on the toes
Study all of your fractions
Get up on the honor roll
Roll the marijuana then flip the
Hoodie up and get ghost
Here when they turn on the street lights
Hustle 'til they cut 'em off
That's the street life
Got the chrome on my hip and a bird for sale
Ayy and if you trying to take this spot
Better think twice this ain't play time
You're fucking with my life
I'ma do what I gotta do to get my mil'
I gotta get mine, I gotta get it
Eyes heavy but it's time
To grind motherfucker
Can't be late (hold up wait)
Fuck a nine-to-five, push work state-to-state
(shit) no work, no food
Still eatin' off paper plates
Banana clip is a paperweight, paper mate
Tell 'em how you're married to the game
She fuckin' everybody but you still
Put a ring on it, on it
Keep it one hunnit, homies
Home is where the homies
Home is where the homies got your back
Get your backpack get
Back to the block, bring it
Back to the block, shit
Slangin' crack beats cracks into Sacroiliac
But the Glock cocked back
Lay another body flat
Here when they turn on the street lights
Hustle 'til they cut 'em off
That's the street life
Got the chrome on my hip and a bird for sale
That's how I get mine, that's how I get it
Hustlin' is a habit, so they say
This is for the G's who wasn't trippin'
And never knew any other way
Other ways of gettin' money
Not many do not require
A degree of separation from the
Streets you gettin' paid in
In which the degree of
Difficulty is extraordinarily high
And she high while doin' it so see why
Somebody who isn't from it
Might not understand
How you body a body in other words
(how I could just kill a man)
And still a gram is a
Gram and nobody is Instagramin'
They killin' on Cypress Hill and they
Still is squeezin' the hammers
Police is beyond the scanners
These some obsequious bandit's
And brandishin' flags of function
You fuck a figure
It's fashion then flash on a motherfucker
You fuckin' seeing the passion
Forgetting the hunger this the jungle
Time to get active and crack it
So acrobatic, it'll flip in a sec
But set's up and no second guessing
Here in the street
People sweating for the money
Here when they turn on the street lights
Hustle 'til they cut 'em off
That's the street life
Got the chrome on my hip and a bird for sale
That's how I get mine, that's how I get it
No time for wifey's babies
Or other collateral damage
Checking for snitches
They be the ones order tacos in Spanish
Always thinking that they blendin' in
But then sending them telegrams
To the rollers, they bitches
Not meaning feminine
Meaning, fuck it, ain't no explaining
Get the fuck up and push cocaine
All these fuckers gon' sleep all day
But if you suck up when one of
You step up to these bucks
Knock if you lacing up them chucks
No Taylor Gangin'
This shit is grimy and dirty
Clothes stankin' while you slangin'
Get up out to the blacktop
Backpack for the crack rock
Take shot at the cops at a spot
Where they knock a neighborhood watch
Watch him
Learn the code if them eyes are closed
That means he sleeping on his feet
And been out in the cold
And if he flashin' the gold
He either new or want action and
Got back up on the toes
Study all of your fractions
Get up on the honor roll
Roll the marijuana then flip the
Hoodie up and get ghost
Here when they turn on the street lights
Hustle 'til they cut 'em off
That's the street life
Got the chrome on my hip and a bird for sale
Ayy and if you trying to take this spot
Better think twice this ain't play time
You're fucking with my life
I'ma do what I gotta do to get my mil'
I gotta get mine, I gotta get it
