Get Up Lyrics - Singles - Lost Boyz

I see a whole team of chicks tryin' to sit wit us 

We're drinkin' dom, smokin' charm, they wanna get wit us 

I've got my, VIP section game like that 

Goin' bad for J Bad he just came in town 

We lovin' Tai on the floor, smokin' Lai wit tips 

Ladies in the amazin', 'cuz we in the mix 

All the peeps from my hood wearin' timbs and jeans 

Lost boyz represent from South Jamaica queens 

I'm wit my mens spendin' ends orderin' liquors and beers 

Ain't nuttin' new to this we've been doin' this for years 

I got my drink on kid, and my cash is right 

Shorty might think I'm not gettin' ass tonite? 

And wit Malik and Melquan, my man Hassan 

Yo shorty what you wearin' is turnin' me on 

Takin' me, makin' me wanna bounce wit you 

It's alright, we got all night to smoke an ounce or two 

Get up and clap yo hands 

Come on and clap yo hands 

Get up and clap yo hands 

Come on and clap yo hands 

A few hours in the jam and a fighter 

Jeans saggin', Timberland tied up 

See my old crew from the mysteries 

Big Phil from Queensville still gettin' cheese 

All my peeps from the van gettin' nice my man 

LB style run the while represent my fam 

Makin' moves makin ho's puffin' Buddha sacks 

Representin' Lost Boyz stayin' true to that 

I must bring it to the funk 'cuz the funk is it 

Seein' Shortie on the floor tryin' to show the skirt 

I wanna, run up on her and push up on her and 

Kick some Willie Bobo and let her know that I want her and 

Hit the door, let the AC hit the streets 

Get the beats, gets in between the sheets 

Hit the door, for some fam 

Back in my AC, I'm makin' time 

Get up and clap yo hands 

Come on and clap yo hands 

Get up and clap yo hands 

Come on and clap yo hands 

Get up and clap yo hands 

Come on and clap yo hands 

Get up and clap yo hands 

Come on and clap yo hands 

It's mad cars up in front the piece shorties bouncin' 

Niggas on the corner, 40 ouncin' puffin' lai 

Kickin' it to shorties passin' by 

See some be actin' ill and some be actin' fly 

But inside it's the LB slide 

Music pumpin' smokin' skunk gettin funkdafied 

While Ro, pretty Lou, J Bowl n' Bo 

We just a fiend in effect Nigga pop the mo 

Backed up by Jeff Star ladies takin' flicks 

Spigg nice got the flyin' wit Jamaican chicks 

It ain't no real ill shit, when LB's in town 

Know how we get down 

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Come on and clap yo hands 

Get up and clap yo hands 

Come on and clap yo hands 

Get up and clap yo hands 

Come on and clap yo hands 

Get up and clap yo hands 

Come on and clap yo hands 

Get up and clap yo hands 

Come on and clap yo hands 

Get up and clap yo hands 

Come on and clap yo hands 

Get up and clap yo hands 

Come on and clap yo hands 

Get up and clap yo hands 

Come on and clap yo hands