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[Intro] Legendary Town shit though, boy From the Ville to Seminary, nigga Philthy, what's happening, boy? The Mekanix Look, look, look I got manpower like ant flowers (Sem City) We was sellin' cocaine before the cam flowers (Off top) We was sellin' heroin, now them Xans hotter Dan dada, Gucci sweatsuits at the Porsche Tower Zilla, I go hard in my Goyard Real Ville nigga, all G's on my report card (Field Boy) I can paint a picture like Mozart that go dark Slide on bitch niggas like go-karts, the flow spark My son caught a double homi', got a cold heart That phone call got him callin' shots from the foe yard We vacuum seal it, then send this shit like a postcard Cool bottle drip, they ride the wave like a coast guard (Touchdown) Yes, Oakland vet', I was holdin' TEC's Slidin' a stolen Lex', sellin' crack soakin' wet Field Boys pushin' that weight, nigga, like Soloflex Stolen sets, I bought a tool to bust the Oakland TEC The first on the West with that platinum grill like Big Pun The first with the Rangers TVs, I made you get one You ballin' on an income I been stuntin' 20 years and then some You better get up, get out, and get some, Zilla [Chorus] You better get up, get out, and get some (Get some) You better get up, get out, get some (Get some) Get up, get out, get some (Get some) You better get up, get out, get some (Get some) Get up, get out, get some (Get some) You better get up, get out, and get some (Get some) Get up, get out, get some (Get some) You better get up, get out, get some (Get some) [Verse 2: Philthy Rich] Uh-huh, look Nothin' come to a sleepy nigga but a dream (Uh-uh) Health is wealth, I had to fall back on the lean (I had to) Runnin' up these M's way more important (Ayy, run it up) He from the neighborhood but he gettin' extorted (It's Philthy) Thick bitch, ass fat so it's pokin' out (Bitch) I wasn't jokin' back then, I ain't jokin' now (Is that right?) Took fifty thou' and opened up a clothing store (Chump change) Ask you niggas' net worth, it ain't more than four (It's Philthy) You can flex on the 'Gram 'cause you gettin' scammed (Broke nigga) I was eatin' good, nigga, when I was in the can (34 West) Puttin' niggas in position so they can feed they family (Oh, I remember) I seen niggas true colors, I guess I wasn't family (It's Philthy) Fifty pointers on this Dre Feddi tombstone (Ayy, rest in peace) Bust down Submariner, no two-tone (Bust down) Been playin' with this money way before you niggas (Sem City Money Man) And it'll get a nigga touched, don't make me show you, nigga It's Philthy [Chorus] You better get up, get out, and get some (Get some) You better get up, get out, get some (Get some) Get up, get out, get some (Get some) You better get up, get out, get some (Get some) Get up, get out, get some (Get some) You better get up, get out, and get some (Get some) Get up, get out, get some (Get some) You better get up, get out, get some (Get some) [Verse 3] Dope boy, fresher than fresh Rock out with my cock out, go dumb on the rest Optimist in my prime, rest dressed to finesse Catch a chick like a sign, let the ho do the rest No, nigga, yes, rude boy contest Close range headshot, shootin' that thing at his vest Out here, boy, in the flesh, head up Tacklin' practice, hittin' rappers, fuckin' it up No punks, suckers get squashed and stepped on Choppers come out to wake the game up, who slept on? You step wrong, trick play mine, your leg gone Go find another body to put a motherfuckin' head on You dead and gone, when we be on, no turnin' off Leavin' the scene cloudy, all that rubber we burnin' off You dead and gone, when we be on, no turnin' off Leavin' the scene cloudy, all that rubber we burnin' off [Chorus] You better get up, get out, and get some (Get some) You better get up, get out, get some (Get some) Get up, get out, get some (Get some) You better get up, get out, get some (Get some) Get up, get out, get some (Get some) You better get up, get out, and get some (Get some) Get up, get out, get some (Get some) You better get up, get out, get some (Get some) [Verse 4: Dru Down] I used to grind on the block Four-eght slide, six-nine, sellin' rocks High Street to Seminary, very scary Bullet holes and bullets will fill the cemetery The white fence, a little house on the fuckin' prarie Nigga, we got on Baby projects turfed up, nigga, hello My neighbors shoot me but they call me Dru My last name Down, it came with the town, woo I carry the two-four-fives in my Levis And I was only 15, nigga, knee high And I'll sting you like a bee out a beehive Sometimes we on the news, Channel 2, we live East Oakland where the tides be smokin' Top show with a bad ho, break it up, po-po And then we skeet-skrrt, back to the teaser Where we get all the dough from the wheezer And now I'm throwin' up the fingers in her thong And I ain't wavin' bye, sucker, this the five And I'm a pimp, I don't pimp 'til I pass out Real nigga here, lil' boy, check the background East Oakland [Chorus] You better get up, get out, and get some (Get some) You better get up, get out, get some (Get some) Get up, get out, get some (Get some) You better get up, get out, get some (Get some) Get up, get out, get some (Get some) You better get up, get out, and get some (Get some) Get up, get out, get some (Get some) You better get up, get out, get some (Get some)
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