Get Up lyrics

Artist  : The Coup 
Song : Get Up



 Send "Get Up" Ringtone to your Cell 

 feat. Dead Prez
Dead Prez, The Coup
People Army, where the G's at?
C'mon... f**k the police
Ay y'all ready for this sh*t for y'all trunk?
Y'all ready to get this bit*h crunk?

[Hook]
You got to get up right now
Turn the system upside down
Your 'sposed to be fed up right now
Turn the system upside down
Get up!

[Stic.]
Honestly, I'm against this government
I ain't gotta cover it up, that's what I meant
Sick of payin bills and I'm sick of payin rent
Seem like I work all the time but don't know
where the money went
And the funny sh*t is we supposed to like this
shit
But all y'all politicians can bite this dick
It's a war goin on, the ghetto is a cage
They only give you two choices; be a rebel or a
slave
(So what you do?) So I rebel
Like a ulser in the belly of the beast stayin
true to it
Since my home street days in the blue Buick
Niggas been fightin so long seem like I'm used to
it
Now what y'all know 'bout how The Coup do it
Truth fluid, Boots put the funk to it, ain't
nothin to it
This is for the G's all the way to the bay
For 'Frisco to Oakland all over L.A., ya gotta
get up

[Hook]

[Boots]
Now uhh, this fella, spits yella, never been a
snitch teller
One pace up from my homies ditch dweller
Yellin 'f**k 'em Rocafella' my sh*t bump in
acapella
My lyrical qoutes are nervous notes to bank
tellers
When we call it off, we haulin off, Molotov's and
bricks
Mr. Bailiff you could put that in the transcipts
 
Hope your motherf**kin petty workin band flips
Some saw it off, I prefer hand-grips
Qoute us, you know we're stronger than a 3-day
no-tice
Pay aquit, It's more of us than lies your mayor
spit
I'm on some 'Ma hate the game but love the
player' shit
Is you a 'have' or you a 'have not'?
When you run out of bullets grab rocks
Cuz the prison don't slam locks
It don't open when your fam knocks, 'less you
rich and have stocks
Fight the power like a motherf**kin Zulu
It's The Coup plus Kanume and Mutulu
So raise your hands in the air like your born
again
But make a fist for the struggle we was born to
win

[Hook]

[M1]
When I hear the woop-woop, I be duckin them hoes
I can smell a pig comin, so I stay on my toes
On the low from po-po, so f**k the Ho-lice
Cuz peace to me is loaded under my seat
And I know power respect that, so 'serve and
protect' that
I'm young, black, and just don't give a f**k -
try me
Grillin you right back, you better drive by me
We the People Army is known to get rowdy
And even if you a friend of the blue
You can get it too, snitchin is never forgettable
This Hell we livin is never forgivable
It come down to DP and The Coup
Remember Huey, Bobby Hutton, George, Fred and
them
f**k the po-po, local, state, fed and them
You better choose your side, Crip - Blood - 415
It's one team, get up and let's ride!

[Hook]

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