The Brick Track Versus Gitty Up Lyrics - Salt N Pepa

Yo-ho 

Chorus: 

Gitty up baby (gitty up, gitty up) 

Say what? gimmie all that you got 

Baby don't stop 

Keep it comin' strong, make it hot, say what? 

(chorus) 

Gitty up baby, i'm-a take you for a ride 

It makes your soul wild when I release vibes 

Freak ya down till your asthma hit ya 

Salt, non-stop styles, lift ya 

Make you wanna get your stash 

Blowin' like the wind, no need, got my own ends 

Player-haters never win 'cause I'm a ball to the end 

Send chill up your skin poppie 

Who the fake? not me 

Can't take what I got, can't stop me 

Feel the vibe, ride bass slide 

Yo, can't fight it ho 

Let it flow and move, show and prove 

We can do this, shake your groove thing 

Hold tight, ain't nothin' to this 

Wanna get down with skills 

Romance and no frills? 

Uh, it feels ill, don't it? 

Yo-ho 

(chorus x2) 

I keep it hot like a block full of hustlers 

Who can make it blaze like us? 

Bless you to death, wanna freak me from the back? 

(girl, don't even play like that) 

Keep it comin' strong, give me all that you got 

(chi-co, true baller don't stop) 

I throw it like a pitcher, let my sex appeal hit ya 

Game so sharp that it split ya 

Playa what, keep your style in order 

(I ain't been hooked since ewing was a hoya) 

I'm-a party till I see the sunrise 

S 'n p keep the party live 

Keep it comin' baby 

(chorus) 

Gitty up baby 

Gimmie that s and p, that sweet and funky stuff 

(say what? ) 

Gimmie that s and p, that sweet and funky stuff 

Give it to me, give it to me 

Give it to me, give it to me 

Give me the funk, that sweet... yo-ho 

Yo-ho 

(chorus x2) 

Gitty up baby 

You can buy that 

Feel the bass and hi-hat 

You can buy that 

Feel the bass and hi-hat