Coup - Get Up (feat. Dead Prez) Lyrics
Dead Prez, The CoupPeople Army, where the G's at?C'mon... ***** the policeAy y'all ready for this shit for y'all trunk?Y'all ready to get this ***** crunk?[Hook]You got to get up right nowTurn the system upside downYour 'sposed to be fed up right nowTurn the system upside downGet up![Stic.]Honestly, I'm against this governmentI ain't gotta cover it up, that's what I meantSick of payin bills and I'm sick of payin rentSeem like I work all the time but don't know where the money wentAnd the funny shit is we supposed to like this shitBut all y'all politicians can bite this dickIt's a war goin on, the ghetto is a cageThey only give you two choices; be a rebel or a slave(So what you do?) So I rebelLike a ulser in the belly of the beast stayin true to itSince my home street days in the blue BuickNiggas been fightin so long seem like I'm used to itNow what y'all know 'bout how The Coup do itTruth fluid, Boots put the funk to it, ain't nothin to itThis is for the G's all the way to the bayFor 'Frisco to Oakland all over L.A., ya gotta get up[Hook][Boots]Now uhh, this fella, spits yella, never been a snitch tellerOne pace up from my homies ditch dwellerYellin "***** 'em Rocafella" my shit bump in acapellaMy lyrical qoutes are nervous notes to bank tellersWhen we call it off, we haulin off, Molotov's and bricksMr. Bailiff you could put that in the transciptsHope your mother*****in petty workin band flipsSome saw it off, I prefer hand-gripsQoute us, you know we're stronger than a 3-day no-ticePay aquit, It's more of us than lies your mayor spitI'm on some "Ma hate the game but love the player" shitIs you a "have" or you a "have not"?When you run out of bullets grab rocksCuz the prison don't slam locksIt don't open when your fam knocks, 'less you rich and have stocksFight the power like a mother*****in ZuluIt's The Coup plus Kanume and MutuluSo raise your hands in the air like your born againBut make a fist for the struggle we was born to win[Hook][M1]When I hear the woop-woop, I be duckin them hoesI can smell a pig comin, so I stay on my toesOn the low from po-po, so ***** the Ho-liceCuz peace to me is loaded under my seatAnd I know power respect that, so 'serve and protect' thatI'm young, black, and just don't give a ***** - try meGrillin you right back, you better drive by meWe the People Army is known to get rowdyAnd even if you a friend of the blueYou can get it too, snitchin is never forgettableThis Hell we livin is never forgivableIt come down to DP and The CoupRemember Huey, Bobby Hutton, George, Fred and them***** the po-po, local, state, fed and themYou better choose your side, Crip - Blood - 415It's one team, get up and let's ride![Hook]{music to fade}
