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Get Up (Main Version) - Ciara/Chamillionaire
Lyrics by：P. Alexander/C. Harris/H. Seriki
Composed by：P. Alexander/C. Harris/H. Seriki
Produced by：Jazze Pha
Uh
Uh yeah
Uh ow
Uh yeah
Get up get up get up
Ciara
He said"Hi my name is so-and-so
Baby can you tell me yours?"
You look like you came to do one thing
Set it off
I started on the left
Then I had to take him to the right
He was out of breath but he kept on dancin' all night
You tryin' admit it
But you just can't fight the feelin' inside
You know it and I can see it in your eyes
You want me you're smooth as a mother
You're so undercover by the way that you was watchin' me
Ooh ah
The way you look at me I'm feelin' you ah
I just can't help it
Tryna keep it cool ah I can feel it in the beat ah
When you do those things to me ah
Don't let nothin' stop you move ring the alarm
The club is jumpin' now so get up
I said"Ciara's on your radio everybody turn it up"
Spicy just like hot sauce careful you might burn it up
You can do the pop lock rag-top don't stop
That's the way you gotta get-get it make your body rock
You tryin' admit it
But you just can't fight the feelin' inside
You know it 'cause I can see it in your eyes
You want me you smooth as a mother
You're so undercover by the way that you was watchin' me
Ooh ah
The way you look at me I'm feelin' you ah
I just can't help it
Tryna keep it cool ah I can feel it in the beat ah
Oh-oh feel it in the beat
When you do those things to me ah
Do those things to me oh-oh-oh-oh-ooh
Don't let nothin' stop you move ring the alarm
The club is jumpin' now so get up
Ooh I love the way you vibe with me
Dance with me forever
We can have a good time
Follow me
Follow me
To the beat together
To the beat
You and me one on one breakin' it down
You can't walk away now
Oh
We 'bout to turn this place out oh-ooh-ooh-ooh
It's the kid that stay ridin' big
The one police tried to catch ridin' dirty
Woo
In the club before eleven o'clock
Like I'm tryin' to catch a dime kinda early
Lookin' thick her hair brown and curly
She love the way my ride shinin' pearly
City boys say"She fine and pretty"
In the country boys say"She fine and purty"
Yeah my pockets thick as green it's curvy
And the ladies know soon as they see my jewelry
If bein' fresh to death is a crime
I think it's time for me to see the jury
Y'all know Chamillionaire stay on the grind
A hustler like me is hard to find
I ain't really impressed yes
Unless it's about some dollar signs
Yeah yeah
Ain't really no need to call you fine
I know you be hearin' that all the time
I'm watchin' you do your step do your step
Yep it's goin' down
Ooh ah
The way you look at me I'm feelin' you ah
I just can't help it
Tryna keep it cool ah I can feel it in the beat ah
When you do those things to me ah
Don't let nothin' stop you move ring the alarm
Move
The club is jumpin' now so get up
Ooh ah
Ah I feel it I've got to have you baby
The way you look at me I'm feelin' you ah
Ah I feel it I've got to have you baby
I just can't help it tryna keep it cool ah
I can feel it in the beat ah
When you do those things to me ah
Don't let nothin' stop you move
Somebody ring the alarm
The club is jumpin' now so get up
I've got to have you baby
Ah I feel it
I've got to have you baby
I've got to have you baby
Ah I feel it
I've got to have you baby
