Get Up Songtext
von Chinese Man

But standing in water up to their knees
Three very unimportant little people where doing the best they could with an idea
And that′s about all they had
And I don't know
Maybe that night these three people were making history
But anyway what I′m telling to tell you folks is
Here we are

Huh
Shit
We're getting up
We're getting up
Chinese Man
Wassup


Get up to get down
Get up to get down
Get up to get down
Get up to get down
Get get up get up
Get get up get up
Get get down

Fresh coast
Huh huh
So active
Huh

You know what it is

Get up get up
To get down
Get up, get out, you lazy lout
Get into your working clothes
Up to your knees in oil and grease
And a grindstone to your nose

Get up, get out, you lazy lout
Get into your working clothes
Up to your knees in oil and grease
And a grindstone to your nose
Get up


Get up get out and get your stock up
Find a group of chickens sippin′ get the flock drunk
Contribute to the party treat it like a potluck
You best believe I′m gettin' up tomahawk dunk
We gotta suit up, then clock in and go work
Grinding hard and I ain′t strikin' ′til my toes hurt
It ain't a secret ain′t no need to be so covert
I keep it straight up, most of ya'll ain't go no vert
Let′s keep it real
We gotta move to keep the wheels rollin′
Rock until our heels swolen
Walk until they feel broken
Stopping for no blockin' obstacle just like a real trojan
Why ya′ll swervin' faded like you drink banana peel potion
Get off the gravel and just quit the moanin′
'Cause I am never slippin′ homie, ya'll be trippin' slowly
Ya′ll are hoarders steady lying in the clutter
It′s easy to look up when your mind's in the gutter

Get up, get out, you lazy lout
Get into your working clothes
Up to your knees in oil and grease
And a grindstone to your nose
Get up, get out, you lazy lout
Get into your working clothes
Up to your knees in oil and grease
And a grindstone to your nose
Get up

I can′t because I'm signed in France to Chinese Man
Euros when I cash my advance
And I got sexy dimes with fans
I can′t pronounce their names
But they legs spread like a fan
To catch when the rockers are rolling through the country
I'll stay up and start throwing kicks like Chun-Li
Can′t cramp my style I'm flowing like a monthly
Period [?] for sure I'll put it bluntly
Ballons on my jacket like I′m in the Sex Pistols
Straight [?] she flexible
Stay like a rhino on a credit card
I′ll make a charge, nose to the grindstone
But I ain't a mason, nah
I live a comfortable life
Smoke a blunt with a pint of Stella just to unwind
Vision clear as my voice when I uncover the mic
Like a tiger or a skater I get up on the grind

Get up, get out, you lazy lout
Get into your working clothes
Up to your knees in oil and grease
And a grindstone to your nose
Get up, get out, you lazy lout
Get into your working clothes
Up to your knees in oil and grease
And a grindstone to your nose
Get up

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Get up, get out, you lazy lout
Get into your working clothes
Up to your knees in oil and grease
And a grindstone to your nose
Get up, get out, you lazy lout
Get into your working clothes
Up to your knees in oil and grease
And a grindstone to your nose
Get up