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  • Текст песни Wu-Tang Clan - Getto Fuck Up

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    Get the fuck up!
    Simon Says get the fuck up!
    Throw your hands in the sky (BO! BO! BO! BO!)
    Queens is in the back sippin yak y'all what's up?
    Girls, rub on your titties (yeahhhhhh)
    Yeah I said it -- rub on your titties
    New York city gritty committee pity the fool that
    act shitty in the midst of the calm, the witty

    Y'all know the name
    Pharoahe-fuckin-Monch, ain't a damn thang changed
    You all up in the Range, then your shit's inebriated
    Phased from your original plan, you deviated
    I alleviated the pain, with a long-term goal
    Took my underground loot, without the gold
    You sold platinum round the world, I sold wood in the hood
    But when I'm in the street, then shit it's all good
    I'm soon to motivate the room, control the game like Tomb Raider
    Roc-clock dollars flip, tips like a waiter
    Style's greater, let my lyrics annoint
    If you holdin up the wall, then you missin the point

    Get the fuck up!
    Simon Says get the fuck up!
    Put your hands to the sky (BO! BO! BO! BO!)
    Brooklyn in the back shootin craps now what's up?
    Girlies, rub on your titties (yeahhhhhh)
    Fuck it I said, rub on your titties
    New York City gritty committee, pity the fool that
    act shitty in the midst of the calm, the witty

    (Yo, where you at?) Uptown let me see em
    Notorious for the six-fives and the BM's
    Heads give you beef, you put em in the mausoleum
    And the shit don't start pumpin til after 12 PM
    Ugnh, ignorant minds, I free em
    If you tired of the same old everyday you will agree I'm,
    the most obligated, hard and R-Rated
    Stated to be the best, I must confess the star made it
    Some might even say this song is sexist-es
    Cause I asked the girls to rub on their breast-eses
    Whether your ridin the train or in Lexus-es
    This is for either/or Rollies or Timex-eses
    Wicked like Exorcist, this is the joint
    You holdin up the wall, then you missin the point

    Get the fuck up!
    Simon Says get the fuck up!
    Throw your hands in the sky (BO! BO! BO! BO!)
    The Bronx is in the back shootin craps, now what's up?
    Girlies, rub on your titties (yeahhhhhh)
    I said, rub on your titties!
    New York city gritty commitee, pity the fool that
    act shitty in the midst of the calm, the witty

    New Jeru, get the fuck up!
    Shaolin, get the fuck up!
    Long Isle, get the fuck up!
    Worldwide, get the fuck up!

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