FAT JOE - Everybody Get Up

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    FAT JOE LYRICS
    
    "Everybody Get Up"(feat. Timbaland)
    [Timbaland]
    (Jump off) Timbo and Joey Crack about to FLIP!
    Yeahhhhhh - FLIP!
    Yeahhhhhh - FLIP!
    Yeahhhhhh - FLIP!
    Yeahhhhhh OH!
    
    [Chorus 1: Fat Joe]
    Get up, get get, get down
    You ain't come to party muh'fucker just sit down
    Get up, get up, get up, get up
    Get up, get up, get up, get up
    
    [Chorus 2: Fat Joe]
    She's bad, she's bad, she's bad I know she's bad
    Everybody GET UP!
    Get up, get up, get up, get up
    Get up, get up, get up, get up
    
    [Fat Joe over Chorus 2]
    Guess who's back?
    Yeah, guess who's back?
    
    [Fat Joe]
    They call me Pillsbury Dough-bwoyyyy
    Cause they know I really get that dough bwoyyyy
    Dropped "Lean Back," it was so propers
    Then I had to circle back with some mo' choppers
    Mo' guns, mo' nines, whole lotta, money
    Mo' Biggie sing it with me, "Mo' Problems"
    Uhh, it's the BX finest, Cook Coke Crack
    Baby please rewind this, and yeah I know I'm hot
    You don't need to remind us, ladies!
    "Your royal penis is clean, your highness"
    Uhh, I can't do nuttin right these days
    Got chicks mad at me cause I lost some weight
    ... Timbo and Coke
    And we 'bout to haunt the town in the sky blue Ghost
    New York!  Damn I hate to brag and boast
    But "I'm RICHHHH," Timbaland bring in the chorus
    
    [Timbaland] Everybody get up!
    [Chorus 1]
    [Timbaland] Everybody get up!
    [Chorus 1]
    [Timbaland] Everybody get up!
    [Chorus 2]
    
    [Fat Joe]
    You about to witness, greatness at it's prime
    You should tape this
    Matter fact, go 'head, congratulate us
    Rucker, three-peat champ, see us Lakers (whattup Reem?)
    Homey please don't hate us
    She said that she was single, yo leave or make up - DAMN!
    I'm out in L.A. within a week
    Honies go to {?} from and they cut (aowwww)
    V.A. is you wit me now
    Couple bricks of that yay and it's Philly bound, feel me now
    I'd rather die in prison, than to be a broke nigga
    Live my life in the kitchen, into bakin pies
    One of my addictions, on the mound
    95 mile per hour pitches, volleyball servin 'em
    The iron is itchin
    To straighten any nigga out tryin to diss on... Crack
    
    [Chorus 1]
    [Timbaland] Everybody get up!
    [Chorus 1]
    [Timbaland] Everybody get up!
    [Chorus 2]
    [Chorus 2]
    
    [Fat Joe]
    She's bad like MJ's sister
    I ain't gotta talk fast, give a day and I'll twist her
    Ain't gotta be celebrity to get with me, shit
    I fuck bitches that look worse than...
    As long as they head right and ass fat
    I put a pillow over they face and ass that - Crack
    'Bout to cruise down your avenue
    In the back of that Cad, think collateral
    Ain't no tellin what this clip and the Mac'll do
    Ask Timb, I got the beat by kidnappin Maganoo
    In other words don't fool with us
    Aiyyo Timbaland, tell 'em what to do
    
    [Timbaland] Everybody get up!
    [Chorus 1]
    [Timbaland] Everybody get up!
    [Chorus 1]
    [Timbaland] Everybody get up!
    [Chorus 2]
    
    [Fat Joe] Crack!

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