Man I'm gonna do my thing, it's crazy in the club when I'm in there, man trust me homie, I'm not playin' the dance floor of the chain I say (Get Up!)
I came to bring you that California Love in the middle of New York, haters all of the above. I'm not playin' I said I'm off the chain you niggers better follow instructions, I say (Get up!)
I ball 'till I fall I stunt 'till I drop I'm off the showroom floor, not the used car lot.
You buy a bottle, I buy the bar. I make another week feel like Mardi Gras.
When I get into, I get into it Everybody can't do it the way I do it
I make it rain, then the sun comes out. A nigger playin' then the guns come out, now
My question is who they goin' to blame when I' back number one on that Billboard again. Shit chip now The Game don't change. Since Mike made Triller and Prince made Pur ple Rain.
I guess I make they kids want slangin, then NWA made the West Coast bangin' Nah, It's just music Man it's just music Now get your ass on the dance floor and move it
I have the savoir-faire I'm the reason everybody here I say (Get Up!) I make it hot I make it hot in here your feet hurting I really don't care I say (Get up!) I wanna see, I wanna see you move and get on a little groove I said (Get up!) I'm getting money man I really don't care now lemme see you put your hands in the air I say (Get Up!)
You look good, I want to get to know you better you look good in them jeans and them red stilletos You got a Bentley Coup booty baby I wanna drive See I tell you what your mileage is just when I'm inside I wanna take you for a spin, you know round and round switch gears until your love come down I take you to the point of no return, if you listen you learn, just how a nigger earn I got money to burn. While The Game ban bitched she dropped the bomb on me she suck it down and up and down, gracefully
Rick James would have said she's a brick house Or fifty you should get home to see what that bitch bout I found out she like hard I like it huh back it up and get you some I know how to get you sprung tune you up pierce your tongue under the hood it's so good she said so good god damn I'm so good Nigga what up?
I have the savoir-faire I'm the reason everybody here I say (Get Up!) I make it hot I make it hot in here your feet hurting I really don't care I say (Get up!) I wanna see, I wanna see you move and get on a little groove I said (Get up!) I'm getting money man I really don't care now lemme see you put your hands in the air I say (Get Up!)
and get into it you now rock the building you know that I said (Get Up!) and get into it Imma show you just how we do it I said (Get Up!) Aftermath, still Shady aftermath I said (Get Up!) aftermath, still Shady aftermath
Compositor: Curtis James Jackson (50 Cent) ECAD: Obra #21228097 Fonograma #1910696