Fat Joe, Timbaland - Everybody Get Up lyrics

(Jump off) Timbo and Joey
Crack about to FLIP! yeahhh - FLIP!
Yeahhh - FLIP! yeahhh - FLIP! Yeahhh OH!

Get up, get get, get down
You ain't come to party
Muh'fucker just sit down
Get up, get up, get up, get up
Get up, get up, get up, get up

She's bad, she's bad
She's bad I know she's bad everybody GET UP!
Get up, get up, get up, get up
Get up, get up, get up, get up

Guess who's back? yeah, guess who's back?

They call me Pillsbury Dough-bwoyyyy
Cause they know I really
Get that dough bwoyyyy
Dropped "Lean Back, " it was so propers
Then I had to circle back
With some mo' choppers
Mo' guns, mo' nines, whole lotta, money
Mo' Biggie sing it with me, "Mo' Problems"
Uhh, it's the BX finest, Cook Coke Crack
Baby please, rewind this
And yeah I know I'm hot
You don't need to remind us, ladies!
"Your royal penis is clean, your highness"
Uhh, I can't do nuttin right these days
Got chicks mad at me cause I lost some weight
Timbo and Coke
And we 'bout to haunt the town
In the sky blue Ghost
New York! Damn I hate to brag and boast
But "I'm RICHHHH
" Timbaland bring in the chorus

You about to witness, greatness at it's prime
You should tape this
Matter fact, go 'head, congratulate us
Rucker, three-peat champ, see us Lakers
(whattup Reem?) homey please, don't hate us
She said that she was single
Yo leave or make up - DAMN!
I'm out in LA within a week
Honies go to? from and they cut (aowwww)
VA is you wit me now
Couple bricks of that yay
And it's Philly bound, feel me now
I'd rather die in prison
Than to be a broke nigga
Live my life in the kitchen, into bakin pies
One of my addictions, on the mound
95 mile per hour pitches
Volleyball servin 'em the iron is itchin
To straighten any nigga out tryin
To diss on crack

She's bad like MJ's sister
I ain't gotta talk fast
Give a day and I'll twist her
Ain't gotta be celebrity to get with me, shit
I fuck bitches that look worse than
As long as they head right and ass fat
I put a pillow over they face
And ass that - Crack
'Bout to cruise down your avenue
In the back of that Cad, think collateral
Ain't no tellin what this clip
And the Mac'll do
Ask Timb, I got the beat by kidnappin Maganoo
In other words don't fool with us
Aiyyo Timbaland, tell 'em what to do