Get Up (起来) (Main Version) - Ciara (席亚拉)/Chamillionaire

Lyrics by：P. Alexander/C. Harris/H. Seriki

Composed by：P. Alexander/C. Harris/H. Seriki

Produced by：Jazze Pha

Ciara：

Uh

Uh

Yeah

Uh

Ow ow ow

Uh

Giddy up

Get up get up get up

Ciara

He said "Hi my name is so and so

Baby can you tell me yours

You look like you came to do one thing"

Set it off

I started on the left

Then I had to take him to the right

He was out of breath

But he kept on dancin' all night

You tryin' admit it

But you just can't fight the feeling inside

You know it

And I can see it in your eyes

You want me

You smooth as a mother

You're so undercover

By the way that you was watchin' me

Ooh uh

The way you look at me I'm feelin' you uh

I just can't help it tryin' to keep it cool uh

I can feel it in the beat uh

When you do those things to me uh

Don't let nothin' stop you

Move ring the alarm

The club is jumpin' now

So get up

I said "Ciara's on your radio

Everybody turn it up"

Spicy just like hot sauce

Careful you might burn it up

You can do the pop lock

Rag-top don't stop

That's the way you gotta get

Get it make your body rock

You trying admit it

But you just can't fight the feeling inside

You know it

'Cause I can see it in your eyes

You want me

You smooth as a mother

You're so undercover

By the way that you was watchin' me

Ooh uh

The way you look at me I'm feelin' you uh

I just can't help it tryin' to keep it cool uh

I can feel it in the beat uh

When you do those things to me uh

Don't let nothin' stop you

Move ring the alarm

The club is jumpin' now

So get up

Ooh I love the way you vibe with me

Dance with me forever

We can have a good time follow me

Follow me

To the beat together

To the beat

You and me one on one

Breakin' it down

You can't walk away now

Oh

We got to turn this place out

Ooh ooh

Chamillionaire：

It's the kid that stay ridin' big

The one police tried to catch ridin' dirty

In the club before eleven o'clock

Like I'm tryna catch a dime kinda early

Lookin' thick her hair brown and curly

She love the way my ride shinin' pearly

City boys say she fine and pretty

And the country boys say she fine and purty

Yeah

My pockets thick it's green it's curvy

And the ladies know soon as they see my jewelry

If bein' fresh to death is a crime

I think it's time for me to see the jury

You know Chamillionaire stay on the grind

A hustler like me is hard to find

I ain't really impressed yes

Unless it's about some dollar signs

Ain't really no need to call you fine

I know you be hearin' that all the time

Watchin' you do your step do your step

And yep it's going down

Ciara：

Ooh uh

The way you look at me I'm feelin' you uh

I just can't help it tryin' to keep it cool uh

I can feel it in the beat uh

When you do those things to me uh

Don't let nothin' stop you

Move ring the alarm

The club is jumpin' now

So get up

Ooh uh

The way you look at me I'm feelin' you uh

I just can't help it tryin' to keep it cool uh

I can feel it in the beat uh

When you do those things to me uh

Don't let nothin' stop you

Move ring the alarm

The club is jumpin' now

So get up

I got to have you baby

Uh I feel it

I got to have you baby

I got to have you baby

Uh I feel it

I got to have you baby