New Beat Fund, Jay Rock - Get Up Remix; feat. Jay Rock

Текст песни

Everybody get up, everybody get down now
Can you hear me fuck ya shit up, can’t break the sound now
Let the kick drum beat ya to the ground now
And turn around and tell em what ya found out
Liquor store shades, no Ray Bans
Broken frames got me looking like a Raiders fan
Hear us on ya street, you know you want it
Track so hard make a megaphone vomit
Hey, we ain’t got no money
Hey, our kicks are for free
All of our worries are out with the breeze
Cuz we got the fund to the new beat
Everybody get up, everybody get down now
Can you hear me fuck ya shit up, can’t break the sound now
Let the kick drum beat ya to the ground now
Then turn around and tell em what ya found out
Everybody get up, everybody get down now
Can you hear me fuck ya shit up, can’t break the sound now
What we got gonna make heart pound, pound
Then turn around and tell em what ya found out
Never gave a damn, about prom king
Always in the parking lot blowing smoke rings
We tried flirting, with lady luck
But still we ride with the Caddy on the truck
Hey, we ain’t got no money
Hey, our kicks are for free
All of our worries are out with the breeze
Cuz we got the fund to the new beat
Everybody get up, everybody get down now
Can you hear me fuck ya shit up, can’t break the sound now
Let the kick drum beat ya to the ground now
Then turn around and tell em what ya found out
Everybody get up, everybody get down now
Can you hear me fuck ya shit up, can’t break the sound now
What we got gonna make heart pound, pound
Then turn around and tell em what ya found out
We shimmy shimmy to the sounds of the Timmy
We shimmy shimmy to the sounds of the Chili
We shimmy shimmy to the sounds of the Shady
So come on foxy lady got me feeling all crazy