Get Up

Ciara

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    Giddy up
    Get up, get up, get up (Ciara)

    He 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

    You tryin', admit it
    But you just can't fight the feeling inside
    You know it
    And I can see it in your eyes
    You want me
    You smooth as a mother
    You're so undercover
    By the way that you was watchin' me

    Ooh, uh
    The way you look at me, I'm feelin' you, uh
    I just can't help it, tryin' to keep it cool, uh
    I can feel it in the beat, uh
    When you do those things to me, uh
    Don't let nothin' stop you
    Move, ring the alarm
    The club is jumpin' now
    So get up

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    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 pop lock
    Rag-top, don't stop
    That's the way you gotta get
    Get it, make your body rock

    You trying, admit it
    But you just can't fight the feeling inside
    You know it
    'Cause I can see it in your eyes
    You want me
    You smooth as a mother
    You're so undercover
    By the way that you was watchin' me

    Ooh, uh
    The way you look at me, I'm feelin' you, uh
    I just can't help it, tryin' to keep it cool, uh
    I can feel it in the beat, uh
    When you do those things to me, uh
    Don't let nothin' stop you
    Move, ring the alarm
    The club is jumpin' now
    So get up

    Ooh, I love the way you vibe with me
    Dance with me forever
    We can have a good time, follow me (follow me)
    To the beat together (to the beat)
    You and me, one on one
    Breakin' it down
    You can't walk away now (oh)
    We got to turn this place out
    Ooh, ooh

    It's the kid that stay ridin' big
    The one police tried 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 (yeah)
    My pockets thick, it's green, it's curvy
    And the ladies know soon as they see my jewelry
    If bein' fresh to death is a crime
    I think it's time for me to see the jury
    You know Chamillionaire stay on the grind
    A hustler like me is hard to find
    I ain't really impressed, yes
    Unless it's about some dollar signs
    Ain't really no need to call you fine
    I know you be hearin' that all the time
    Watchin' you do your step, do your step
    And yep, it's going down

    Ooh, uh
    The way you look at me, I'm feelin' you, uh
    I just can't help it, tryin' to keep it cool, uh
    I can feel it in the beat, uh
    When you do those things to me, uh
    Don't let nothin' stop you
    Move, ring the alarm
    The club is jumpin' now
    So get up
    Ooh, uh
    The way you look at me, I'm feelin' you, uh
    I just can't help it, tryin' to keep it cool, uh
    I can feel it in the beat, uh
    When you do those things to me, uh
    Don't let nothin' stop you
    Move, ring the alarm
    The club is jumpin' now
    So get up

    I got to have you, baby
    Uh, I feel it
    I got to have you, baby
    I got to have you, baby
    Uh, I feel it
    I got to have you, baby

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