Public Enemy - Give It Up Lyrics
Gary g-wiz - ridenhour - studdah man - isbell - thomas[flavor flav vocals in these brackets]{crowd chant vocals in these brackets}Intro: chuck d, flavor flavAight {aight}, aight, aight {aight}, aight {aight}Im aight if you aight {Im aight}I be better - get some of that bass{word, give it up} aight, yeah[rinkin twinkin body shakinNuffattackin brains a rackinClock tockin chuck shockinFlavor flav aint never shavin](one, two, three four)Verse one: chuck dIts another record, check it, mad methodsTo put my brothers and sisters on a deathbedYou know he cheated, took what he wanted but now you bluntedSuckin up to the devil steppin down a levelIts who they fear is youWho protects us from us and you from youYes and it counts [***** the fourty ounce]I sued them bastards, yeah they got bounceI did em like a demo {threw em out the window}I took a 98 cause I never liked a limoBut pump pump pump pu-pump pump it upA mad rhyme, for mad times, thats whats upSome aint gonna change, I got em in a rangeI gotta rearrange, so Im buildin back your brainWreckin records with funky stuffAm I loud enough? {yeah} you got ta give it upChorus [4x]: flavor flavGive it up, give it up, give it up yoGive it up, give it up, gotta give it upRepeat #2 -- (occasional) chuck d vocalYeahYou gots ta give it up nowVerse two: chuck dCome again with the same old bounceIm calling a foul and once again it countsMad tense mad tense brothers knowThe blunts in the back got the black behind and thats wack[and once again its on!]Hey jimmy cracked corn cracker singin I dont care, its onIm comin with a rhyme [what? ] Im lettin go a rhyme [yeah!]I gotta get a rhyme through the rough and crazy timesCall me a hannibal lecture, yes I checked herThey dont hear me though, so here I goIm sick and tired so slyll take ya higherWhen Im takin his sound to bring you downRappers rippin a lyrical kickin finger-lickinBut to the rhythm Im givin but never cotton pickinLike james brown Im sayin it loudAm I loud enough? huh, you got ta give it up[some aint gonna change, some aint gonna changeSome aint gonna never ever changeSome aint gonna change, some aint gonna changeSome aint gonna never ever change!]Chorus [1/2x]Interlude: chuck d, flavor flavAnd when Im coming, some young dumb and fulla cumSome second guessing my lessons about saving youngSome dont know like run said so here we goWhere it is inside, whoop there it is{aaaaaaah} there it is[there it is, damn rightMy man x is a bad mother {shut your mouth)Im talking about terminator, hes the man]There it is, can you hit me off with another oneChorusI never did represent doing dumb shitSome gangsta lying - Id rather diss presidentsDead or alive, bring em and Ill swing emI vocalize, I just rap, I dont sing emFlick em, and I fling em, you can go with emHall of fame for the game for the points I dave bing emGo grandmama, close but no cigarI got mine, for Im using my rhymeThe flow go wherever I want, and thats cleverGive a piece of my time, to prevent some crimeAnd who behind puttin the guns to the young onesThe ones that make em is the ones that take emRugged for no reason, down in duck seasonI dont want my mama, on the street wearing armorSo check yaself before ya wreck yaselfRespect yaself, hah, you got ta give it upChorus [4x] (fades out)
