Get Up - New Beat Fund, Jay Rock

Everybody get up, everybody get down now

Can you hear me fuck ya shit up, can’t break the sound now

Let the kick drum beat ya to the ground now

And turn around and tell em what ya found out

Liquor store shades, no Ray Bans

Broken frames got me looking like a Raiders fan

Hear us on ya street, you know you want it

Track so hard make a megaphone vomit

Hey, we ain’t got no money

Hey, our kicks are for free

All of our worries are out with the breeze

Cuz we got the fund to the new beat

Everybody get up, everybody get down now

Can you hear me fuck ya shit up, can’t break the sound now

Let the kick drum beat ya to the ground now

Then turn around and tell em what ya found out

Everybody get up, everybody get down now

Can you hear me fuck ya shit up, can’t break the sound now

What we got gonna make heart pound, pound

Then turn around and tell em what ya found out

Never gave a damn, about prom king

Always in the parking lot blowing smoke rings

We tried flirting, with lady luck

But still we ride with the Caddy on the truck

Hey, we ain’t got no money

Hey, our kicks are for free

All of our worries are out with the breeze

Cuz we got the fund to the new beat

Everybody get up, everybody get down now

Can you hear me fuck ya shit up, can’t break the sound now

Let the kick drum beat ya to the ground now

Then turn around and tell em what ya found out

Everybody get up, everybody get down now

Can you hear me fuck ya shit up, can’t break the sound now

What we got gonna make heart pound, pound

Then turn around and tell em what ya found out

We shimmy shimmy to the sounds of the Timmy

We shimmy shimmy to the sounds of the Chili

We shimmy shimmy to the sounds of the Shady

So come on foxy lady got me feeling all crazy