《Get Up Get Off》是The Prodigy演唱的歌曲，由Liam Howlett作詞，收錄於《Always Outnumbered, Never Outgunned》專輯中。
基本介紹
- 外文名：Get Up Get Off
- 所屬專輯：Always Outnumbered, Never Outgunned
- 歌曲原唱：The Prodigy
- 填詞：Liam Howlett
- 發行日期：2004年8月23日
歌曲歌詞
Aa aana aye aye aan mundian
Aa aana aye aye aan mundian
Aa aana aye aye aan mundian
Aa aana aye aye aan mundian
You gotta get up
Gotta get up
You gotta get up
Gotta get up
If you wanna get
I hate people that ain’t movin’ their shoes
And I hate everybody that I see not feelin’ my groove
I like rhymes that be quick as we be takin’ the bar
But I hate everybody that don’t like electric guitars
And I
Hate people that can’t a dose of they medicine
F**k ’em we re better’n ’em
They’s no one do not compare ’em and I
Twista spit the flow so hard it might show them the force
I’d like to see somebody talkin sh*t get turned up a corpse
Only models with the ones that got the wickedest drawers
Drink liquor and ballers love
I can kick it with ya’ll but
Hate phony a** people and I
Hate having no droll and I
Hate bougey a** clubs that don’t be havin’ no b**ches
That bring it down to the floor and I
Hate when I can’t help somebody and I
Hate when I ain’t got dough and I
Hate if you ain’t feelin
Twista and prodigy rockin loose and partly losing control
You gotta get up
If you wanna get off
You gotta get up
If you wanna get off
You gotta get up
If you wanna get off
You gotta get up
If you wanna get off
You gotta get up
Gotta get up
You gotta get up
Gotta get up
If you wanna get
Hate phony a** people and I
Hate having no droll and I
Hate bougey a** clubs that don’t be havin no b**ches
That bring it down to the floor and I
Hate when I can’t help somebody and I
Hate when I ain’t got dough and I
Hate if you ain’t feelin’
Twista and prodigy rockin’ loose and partly losing control
You gotta get up
If you wanna get off
You gotta get up
If you wanna get off
You gotta get up
If you wanna get off
You gotta get up
If you wanna get off
Aa aana aye aye aan mundian
Aa aana aye aye aan mundian
Aa aana aye aye aan mundian
Aa aana aye aye aan mundian
Keep your eyes open just so that I can stop you from blinkin’
Make you play russian roulette and try to see what you’re thinkin’
Through the hole in your dome while I’m holding my own
Get so cold in the zone I’m destroying my clone
I can fill a f**kin’ room up with torture and pain
Blood of the lyrical dracula is coursing my veins
It’s the trilogy of terror real M.C. from my era
Then I spit some vocal agility that ll scare ya because I
Hate phony a** people and I
Hate having no droll and I
Hate bougey a** clubs that don’t be havin no b**ches
That bring it down to the floor and I
Hate when I can’t help somebody and I
Hate when I ain’t got dough and I
Hate if you ain’t feelin’
Twista and prodigy rockin loose and partly losing control
You gotta get up
If you wanna get off
You gotta get up
If you wanna get off
You gotta get up
If you wanna get off
You gotta get up
If you wanna get off
Aa aana aye aye aan mundian
Aa aana aye aye aan mundian
Aa aana aye aye aan mundian
Aa aana aye aye aan mundian
Aa aana aye aye aan mundian
Aa aana aye aye aan mundian
Aa aana aye aye aan mundian
Aa aana aye aye aan mundian
