Get Up (feat. Chamillionaire) [Radio Edit] - Ciara

(Feat. Devin the Dude) [Chamillionaire] Oooh-ooooh-oooh-oo-ooh Just believe, something real freaky's going down Oooh-ooooh-oooh-oo-ooh Take a sip of this, and just let it relax your mind Oooh-ooooh-oooh-oo-ooh Please do not disturb, on the door you see that sign [Hook] Oooh-ooooh-oooh, I'm really feeling you If you can keep a secret, then I'll keep a secret too And this is what we'll do I'll, be your number two I can let you feel on me, if you just let me feel on you Oooh-ooooh-oooh, I know you got a man Your undercover lover, I can be your back up plan And we can just pretend we're, nothing more than friends The sex will never end, that way everybody wins [Chamillionaire] Their dorms, their college, their brains share knowledge I tip toe through the back do', and no one gon' hear about it And if your boo try to search you, and any clue get spotted I hope the lipstick, that is smeared on your top lip is not it Naw we don't sip Hpnotiq, we sipping Henny and some Crimevicts So take a sip of this, and just let it relax your mind Your body's calling me informing me, that you're freakier than normally Birthday suit has been worn for me, latex condom put on for me Protection in the briefcaser, plenty of lead with no eraser Trojan Man gotta be safer, ladies that plot for my treat paper Watching a man while he chase her, trying to figure out whether she faithful But the minute that he takes her, break them C-H-I-C taker He running round like he gangsta, don't think your girl can't get lead To the edge of the bedspread, hungry for sex she can get fed Spread her legs or get fed head, she's wearing that yellow pink thong She's got her wedding ring on, but it still never seems wrong, Koopa [Hook] [Chamillionaire] See getting money's like sex, and I'm having a manage G Gold diggers can't F' with me, like I'm having a manage me A hoe see the ice and she start trippin', like your broad can't skeet Koopa get a hot steamy ain't creamy, but uh-naw it ain't T If it's her first time with me, she'll do her thang like she knew me Can't stand a bourgie hoe, a bourgie hoe can't enthuse me or amuse me Can't stand a groupie, cause a groupie's purpose is usually to use me They usually hop on the next dick, when they see 50 Cent or Juve Who he that's Koopa, but he look like 50 Cent oh yeah Well G-G-G-G-ge-ge-ge-get the hell out of here yeah If this ain't just about the sex, don't waste your time Money jewelry and fame, should be the last thing on your mind You steady trying to be like them, Chamillion trying to be like Ben Franklin Cause a girl that I think is feeling me, say she like him aaah Don't worry naw, Koopa not disappointed I look to' as the do', stick my finger out like this and point it Leave, with me it's a ghetto version of Girls Gone Wild Niggas probably heard our sound, gotta use a very large towel To stick under the do' she's moaning, trying to wake up any sleep takers Screamin' obscenities at me, she got a foul mouth like she T. Draper Sheet shaker heat maker, wanna be down then I replace her Cameras'll get your cart I'm smart, you will not ever see the taper What we did let me lace ya, up in some game while she take a Sip of the Henny or a skeet taste of, some of this Rum minus the chaser yeah [Hook] [Chamillionaire] I got some Henn, got some Crime, got some Remmy and it's time To take a sip of this, and just let it relax your mind Your body is so fine, girl I'm peeping your design Somehow it feels right, tell me how can I decline Please do not disturb on that door, you see that sign There'll be no interrupting, something freaky on my mind Sipping going doo-own, stripping going doo-own She know what's on my mii-ind, I'm ready to bump and grii-ind Oooh-ooooh-ooo-oooh, oooh-ooooh-oooh-ooooh Oooh-ooooh-ooo-oooh, oooh-ooooh-oooh-ooooh [Devin the Dude] Your man used to fuck you down, but now he's slacked up She's runnin' all over town, I think he's gonna need back up I'll be your relief pitcher, dick up in your mitt There's no cork off in my bat, so it's somewhat illegal hit Boom over the fence, rinse off my balls when I'm finished Yes he's probably a good sport, but he's got you playing tennis Running after balls, dodging all your calls You're horny wanna grind him, but you just can't find him So here's what you do, call 832-567 You remember the rest, just ask for Devin Yes I'll come quick, but not too soon Leaving nutted rubbers, all over the room Don't forget to bring the pill, the dress I like and high heels Some extra panties if you will, we can chill I'll never wanna come between you and him, understand But if you ever need a back up plan, I'm your man [Hook]

I am clearly broken and No-one knows what to do Pieces of the puzzle don't fit So I pound them into you Itching is the pulse inside Creeping up to come alive It's just doing what it's gonna do Times are looking grim these days Holding on to everything It's hard to draw the line Shut the fuck up, get up! Shut the fuck up, get up! Shut the fuck up, get up! I can't wait to rip my eyes out And look at you Peace through pain is precious 'Specially when it's done by you Itching is the pulse inside Creeping up to come alive It's just doing what it's gonna do Times are looking grim these days Holding on to everything It's hard to draw the line And I, I'm hiding in this empty space Tortured by my memories Of what I left behind Shut the fuck up, get up! Shut the fuck up, get up! Shut the fuck up, get up! Up Up Up Up Up Up Times are looking grim these days Holding on to everything It's hard to draw the line And I am hiding in this empty space Tortured by my memories Of what I left behind Shut the fuck up, get up! Shut the fuck up, get up! Shut the fuck up, get up!