Get Up Get Off (alternate version) Lyrics & Tabs by The Prodigy
Get Up Get Off (alternate version)
guitar chords lyrics
You gotta get up
Gotta get up
You gotta get up
Gotta get up
If you wanna get...
I hate people that ain't movin' their shoes
and I hate everybody that I see not feelin' my groove
I like rhymes that be quick as we be takin' the bar
But I hate everybody that don't like electric guitars
And I
hate people who think they can dose up their medicine fuckin' with venom... and I
twista... show them the force
I'd like to see somebody talkin shit get turned up a corpse
only model with the ones that got the wickedest drawers... kick it with ya'll but
Hate phony-ass people
I'd like to see somebody talkin shit get turned up a corpse
only model with the ones that got the wickedest drawers... kick it with ya'll but
Hate phony-ass people
And I hate having no droll,
And I hate bitchy-ass clubs that don't be havin no bitches that bring 'em down to the floor,
And I hate when I can't help somebody,
And I hate when I ain't got dough,
And I hate difficulties in the Twista and Prodigy... rockin'... control
You gotta get up
If you wanna get off
You gotta get up
If you wanna get off
You gotta get up
If you wanna get off
You gotta get up
Gotta get up
You gotta get up
Gotta get up
If you wanna get...
Hate phony-ass people
And I hate having no droll,
And I hate bitchy-ass clubs that don't be havin no bitches that bring 'em down to the floor,
And I hate when I can't help somebody,
And I hate when I ain't got dough,
And I hate difficulties in the Twista and Prodigy... rockin'... control
You gotta get up
If you wanna get off
You gotta get up
If you wanna get off
You gotta get up
If you wanna get off
Keep your eyes open... so I can stop you from blinkin
Make you feel... try to see what you're thinkin
Through the hole... while I'm holding my own
Get so cold in the zone, I'm destroying my clone
I can fill the fuckin' room up with torture and pain
... is coursing my veins
It's the trilogy of terror... from my era
... agility that I scare ya because
I hate ya'll, phony-ass people,
And I hate having no droll,
And I hate bitchy-ass clubs that don't be havin no bitches that bring 'em down to the floor,
And I hate when I can't help somebody,
And I hate when I ain't got dough,
And I hate difficulties in the Twista and Prodigy... rockin'... control
You gotta get up
If you wanna get off
You gotta get up
If you wanna get off
You gotta get up
If you wanna get off
