Get Up Get Off (Explicit) - The Prodigy

Written by：Liam Howlett

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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