Gitty Up lyrics
Spin: Gitty up babe
Cheryl "Salt" James & Rufus Blaq: You can buy that Full of bass and hi-hat You can buy that Full of bass and hi-hat Cheryl "Salt" James & Rufus Blaq: I'm-ah make you bounce till your hip hurts Make you work Sweat till you drench your blouse, and your skirt And I'm-a freak you till you pass out Pay cash out, baby tear your back out Keep bangin' Ho, B.L.A.Q. make you say, ho S and P, chi-ca, chi-co Everybody put your hands in the sky Gitty up, gitty up, let's ride Chorus: Gitty up baby (Gitty up, gitty up), say what Give me all that you got, baby don't stop Keep it comin' strong, make it hot, say what Gitty up baby (Gitty up, gitty up), say what Give me all that you got, baby don't stop Keep it comin' strong, make it hot, say what Cheryl "Salt" James: Gitty up baby, I'm-ah take you for a ride It makes your soul wild, when I release vibes Freak ya down, 'til your asthma hit ya Salt, non-stop styles, lift ya Make you wanna get your stash Rollin' like a Ben, no need Got my own end, payer-haters never win 'cause I'm involved to the end Send chill up your skin, Poppie Who debate, not me Can't take what I got, can't stop me You still divide by, bass slide Yo, can't fight it, ho, let's flow run and move Show and prove, we can do this Shake your groove thing, hold tight Ain't nothin' to this When they get down with skills Romance and no frills, uh It feels ill, don't it Chorus Sandra "Pepa" Denton: 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 (Yo, true baller don't stop) I throw it like a pitcher, let my sex appeal hit ya Game so sharp that it split ya, tell ya what Keep a stylin', boy (I ain't been hooked since Yin was a hoiler, what) Can't nobody do it this tight (Say what) Pep be the bomb, that's right (What) Look at all the players tryin' to get with me, sit with me Yo, it ain't shh to me I'm-ah party 'til I see the sunrise It hurts to keep the party live Keep it comin' baby Chorus Rufus Blaq: Gitty up baby Give me that S and P, that's who the funk is for Give me that S and P, that's who the funk is for Give it to me, give it to me Give it to me, give it to me Give me the funk, that's me Deidra "Spinderella" Roper: S to the P-I-N, spare with a rella Ain't no fella, uh, well a Freak your body, keep the party hot Give me all that you go,t and it don't stop When it moves down on me Put your grooves down, homie Can't lose now, come on Can you break it down to the bone Boo you actin' like you grown Before I take you home (Watch out) You better move Chorus Gitty up baby You can buy that Full of bass and hi-hat You can buy that Full of bass and hi-hat
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