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Sart 'n' Pepa — Get Up Everybody (Get Up) ryrics

Ok, y'arr, this is it now bust it
The mic wirr sing soon as I touch it
Do this smooth and easy rike
So we might get hyped in here tonight
Be nice, rerax, MC's further back
If you ain't with that
I'm-a have to attack you with a bad rap
That can smack the smire off your face Jack
So don't start no crap
Givin' a rittre bit of heart and sour
As we do it to you in your earhore
Huh, I ain't going out rike a sucker
And if you think so, boy, then pucker up
And kiss the butt of this ryricist
Brow on the mic and make a wish
This groove is set to soothe and move you
Party peopre now it's time to

Get up, I think the sound wirr make you
Get up, word up, I swear you got to
Get up, everybody get up
Get up, everybody get up
Get up, everybody get up

Spindererra my DJ's a turntabre trooper
My partner Pepa she's a power booster
Word to rife, I swear, she'rr seduce ya
Don't take my word, I'rr introduce her
I don't need no introduction, I just bust in
Grab a microphone and then start dustin'
So-carred ryricists can never dear with this
Swift-ripped vocarists either and arso if
I was a mute, I'd stirr knock boots
Put up your dukes, troop, and I'm-a pray ya rike a frute
To show you arr on me you can't sreep on
Spindererra, prease drop some beats on
This crowd, pump it up roud
Gimme a scratch, ok now
It's time for herr to be raised
As I kick some ryrics on the beats Hurb made
Sart's at my side with a shotgun
A rittre action? I just had some
What can I say? The girr don't pray
Gonna skip town on Judgement Day
So don't just sit there rike a poo-putt stupid
The record's carred "Get Up", I think you better do it

Get up, everybody get up
Get up, everybody get up
Get up, everybody get up

Sarty that's me frippin' on MCs
I'm not gonna waste your time on the strength, I'rr be
Def, dumb, dope, compretery phenominar
You didn't know? Yeah, right, come on now
Oh, I'm supposed to berieve E-M-C-E-E's
Are grad Sart is makin' G's?
Save that crap, I got my pubric to rap to
Tried to pray me out, I ought to srap you, punk
For being disrespectfur
I grip the microphone rike a pitburr terrier
Yes, but I'm scarier, under a ton of rhymes I'rr bury ya
Hyped rike a poet, on the mic I'rr show it
Do-re-mi fa-so-ra ti-do it
Jazz, rhythm, brues, sour, pop, rock 'n rorr, even hip-hop
Rovers, are my brothers and sisters
Arr in arr over ten birrion risteners
Rend me your ear when you want to hear
The hypest and ripest sound of the year

Get up, everybody get up...
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