Get up - feat. chamillionaire Lyrics
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Get up - feat. chamillionaire Lyricsby Ciara Buy album CD: Other Songs A - M (Intro - Ciara) Uh, yeah! Uh, ow! Uh, yeah! (Jazze Pha) Ladies and Gentlemen, Ciara! (Verse 1 - Ciara) You 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. Keep tryin, admit it, but you just can't shake the feelin' inside. You know it, and I can see it in your eyes! You want me, smooth as a motha*. You was so undercover, by the way that you was watchin' me. (Chorus - Ciara) Ooh, the way you look at me I'm feelin' you. I just can't help it, tryna keep it cool. I can feel it in the beat, when you do those thangs to me, don't let nothin' stop you. Mo-o-ove, ring the alarm, the club is jumpin', now. So get up! (Verse 2 - Ciara) 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 poplock, ragtime, don't stop. That's the way you gotta get it to make ya body rock. Keep tryin, and maybe, but you just can't shake the feelin' inside. You know it, 'cause I can see it in your eyes! You want me, smooth as a motha*. You was so undercover, by the way that you was watchin' me. (Chorus - Ciara) Ooh, the way you look at me I'm feelin' you. I just can't help it, tryna keep it cool. I can feel it in the beat, when you do those thangs to me, don't let nothin' stop you. Mo-o-ove, ring the alarm, the club is jumpin', now. So get up! (Bridge - Ciara) Ooh, I love the way your vibin' me, dance for me, forever. We can have a good time, follow me to the beach, together. You and me, one on one, breakin' it down. You can walk away, now. (Oh-oh-oh) They 'bout to turn this place out. Ooh, ooh! (Verse 4 - Chamillionaire) It's the kids, they ridin' big; the one police try 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. Mom and pops think it's green as curry, and the ladies know soon as they see my jewerly. If bein' fresh to death is a crime, I think it's tme I see a jury. You know, Chamillionare stay on the grind, a hustler like me is hard to find. I ain't really impressed, yes, unless it's about some dollar sign. Really no need to call ya fine, I know you be hearin' that all the time. Watchin' ya do ya step, do ya step, yes, it's goin' down. (Chorus - Ciara) Ooh, the way you look at me I'm feelin' you. I just can't help it, tryna keep it cool. I can feel it in the beat, when you do those thangs to me, don't let nothin' stop you. Mo-o-ove, ring the alarm, the club is jumpin', now. So get up! (x 2) (Outro - Ciara) I got to have ya, baby. I feel it, I feel it, I got to have ya baby! Uh-uh, I got to have ya baby.
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