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• Artiste: Bob Schneider
• Titre: Get Up on It
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Take it out, sugar, I'm gonna let my groove in It's the reason rhythm, begets you moving You got me shaking, sugar, shaking like a school girl On the first day, out in the real world I can make it, I got it all together I got my, hands on the wheel but it just won't steer I'm singing as loud as I can This is a song you won't ever hear Hey Oh yeah, get up on it, baby Oh yeah, oh, I know you can Oh yeah, get up on it, baby Oh yeah Shake your hips, shake your hips, wet your lips On the, tips of my toes, I can go where the wind blows No reason, shoot me off like a gun A hundred suns set to stun, we're never on the run Back in the corner with my automatic weapons Keep them guessing, when they're coming, I'll be loud and clear I'm playing as hard as I can But this is a song you won't ever hear Hey Oh yeah, get up on it, baby Oh yeah, oh, I know you can Oh yeah, get up on it, baby Oh yeah Oh, oh Oh, oh Oh, oh Oh, oh Bitch, this is the wild west, I'll put you through the true test Slap some sense up in you With some bullets and a blood vest Billion little babies, bumper boxes and Mercedes Nigger, what you talking about? I'm about to knock this fucker out Back up in the corner with my automatic weapon Got my finger on the trigger, there's a need to fill I'm battling as fast as I can But this is a song you won't ever hear Hey Oh yeah, get up on it, baby Oh yeah, oh, I know you can Oh yeah, get up on it, baby Oh yeah