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Lyrics for Gitty Up by Salt:
| | | Artist: | Salt |
| | Album: | Brand New | | Track: | Gitty Up | | | | Date Added: | 18/10/2007 | | Views: | 197 | | | | Lyrics: | Spin: Gitty up babe
Cheryl "Salt" James & Rufus Blaq:
You can buy
that
Full of bass and hi-hat
You can buy that
Full of bass and hi-hat
Cheryl "Salt" James & Rufus Blaq:
I'm-ah make you bounce till your hip hurts
Make you work
Sweat till you drench your blouse, and your skirt
And I'm-a freak
you till you pass out
Pay cash out, baby tear your back out
Keep bangin'
Ho,
B.L.A.Q. make you say, ho
S and P, chi-ca, chi-co
Everybody put your hands in the sky
Gitty up, gitty up, let's ride
Chorus:
Gitty up baby (Gitty up,
gitty up), say what
Give me all that you got, baby don't stop
Keep it comin' strong,
make it hot, say what
Gitty up baby (Gitty up, gitty up), say what
Give me all that
you got, baby don't stop
Keep it comin' strong, make it hot, say what
Cheryl
"Salt" James:
Gitty up baby, I'm-ah take you for a ride
It makes your soul
wild, when I release vibes
Freak ya down, 'til your asthma hit ya
Salt, non-stop
styles, lift ya
Make you wanna get your stash
Rollin' like a Ben, no need
Got
my own end, payer-haters never win
Cuz I'm involved to the end
Send chill up your
skin, Poppie
Who debate, not me
Can't take what I got, can't stop me
You still
divide by, bass slide
Yo, can't fight it, ho, let's flow run and move
Show and prove,
we can do this
Shake your groove thing, hold tight
Ain't nothin' to this
When
they get down with skills
Romance and no frills, uh
It feels ill, don't it
Chorus
Sandra "Pepa" Denton:
I keep it hot like a block full of
hustlers
Who can make it blaze like us
Bless you to death
Wanna freak me from
the back (Girl, don't even play like that)
Keep it comin' strong, give me all that you got
(Yo, true baller don't stop)
I throw it like a pitcher, let my sex appeal hit ya
Game
so sharp that it split ya, tell ya what
Keep a stylin', boy (I ain't been hooked since Yin
was a hoiler, what)
Can't nobody do it this tight (Say what)
Pep be the bomb, that's
right (What)
Look at all the players tryin' to get with me, sit with me
Yo, it ain't
shh to me
I'm-ah party 'til I see the sunrise
It hurts to keep the party live
Keep it comin' baby
Chorus
Rufus Blaq:
Gitty up baby
Give me that S and P, that's who the funk is for
Give me that S and P, that's who the
funk is for
Give it to me, give it to me
Give it to me, give it to me
Give me
the funk, that's me
Deidra "Spinderella" Roper:
S to the P-I-N, spare
with a rella
Ain't no fella, uh, well a
Freak your body, keep the party hot
Give me all that you go,t and it don't stop
When it moves down on me
Put your grooves
down, homie
Can't lose now, come on
Can you break it down to the bone
Boo you
actin' like you grown
Before I take you home (Watch out)
You better move
Chorus
Gitty up baby
You can buy that
Full of bass and
hi-hat
You can buy that
Full of bass and hi-hat
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