Everybody Get Up

Lyrics

[Intro: Pitbull] What we about to do right now, we about to get wild, we about to get lose, we about to get crunk It's that little chico Pitbull reporting to ya live in this foolish fair (Hahaha) I got my dawgs with me Pretty Ricky in there (Chea, como?) We about to show you how we get down (MIA, Jim Jonsin) We about to show you how we get down (MIA, Jim Jonsin) Eeeeeeyooooooo [Pre-Chorus: Pitbull] We gon' kill them in the club wit' this one, tear the club the fuck up (Rah) We gon' kill them in the club wit' this one, tear the club the fuck up (Rah) We gon' kill them in the club wit' this one, tear the club the fuck up (Rah) We gon' kill them in the club wit' this one, tear the club the fuck up (Rah) [Chorus: Pitbull] Them boys ride (Them boys ride) Them boys ride (Them boys ride) Them boys ride (Them boys ride) Everybody get up Them boys ride (Them boys ride) Them boys ride (Them boys ride) Them boys ride (Them boys ride) Everybody get up (Eeeeeeyooooooo) [Verse 1: Pitbull] It's P-I-T and I want everybody in the club to get crunk wit' me Go ahead throw 'em up represent yo' click city Mami got a fat ass and titties You already know Pitbull gon' hit it Money is still a major issue, y'all gon' get it Y'all already know how I done, who I done it wit' I love these fools that think they run shit Thinkin' that they money long Next week they money gone If the deal was right then why's yo' money wrong Fuck VIP! I want the whole club to say fuck VIP! Catch me at the bar wit' a broad and a round of shots Buddy act hard and he's scared 'cause we'll hit him wit' a round of shots Not only do these boys rap but they lookin' for a motherfuckin' town to lock Como? Half of these boys when it jump off they be actin' like some homos It's quite simple let me tell you what we gon' do in the club tonight We gon' tear it up (Tear it up) Tear it up (Tear it up) Tear it up (Tear it up) Come on, let's ride Woo [Pre-Chorus: Pitbull] We gon' kill them in the club wit' this one, tear the club the fuck up (Rah) We gon' kill them in the club wit' this one, tear the club the fuck up (Rah) We gon' kill them in the club wit' this one, tear the club the fuck up (Rah) We gon' kill them in the club wit' this one, tear the club the fuck up (Rah) [Chorus: Pitbull] Them boys ride (Them boys ride) Them boys ride (Them boys ride) Them boys ride (Them boys ride) Everybody get up Them boys ride (Them boys ride) Them boys ride (Them boys ride) Them boys ride (Them boys ride) Everybody get up [Verse 2: Baby Blue & Pitbull] What you know about that? (That) Baby Blue be ya old school mac (Mac) Ask some of these haters in the back Imma mack y'all, stay back (Hahaha) Spit fire like a loaded gak Bim down like a baseball bat Drop bombs like a quarterback One down to the go and I'm ducking the set Got hitters that'll lay your flat Everybody runnin' from your click 'cause it's automatic My boys be roughin' stuff We are... Pretty Ricky, Ricky and the Mavericks Chillin' in Wonderland with Alice [Trickin/Drinkin?] off a [?] palace We got that big dawg status Uh huh, break it from the car, bitch [Pre-Chorus: Pitbull] We gon' kill them in the club wit' this one, tear the club the fuck up (Rah) We gon' kill them in the club wit' this one, tear the club the fuck up (Rah) We gon' kill them in the club wit' this one, tear the club the fuck up (Rah) We gon' kill them in the club wit' this one, tear the club the fuck up (Rah) [Chorus: Pitbull] Them boys ride (Them boys ride) Them boys ride (Them boys ride) Them boys ride (Them boys ride) Everybody get up Them boys ride (Them boys ride) Them boys ride (Them boys ride) Them boys ride (Them boys ride) Everybody get up [Verse 3: Spectacular & Pitbull] Pretty Ricky, Ricky, Ricky Pull up in the Benz (Benz) You can bring you and your friends (Friends) You can see it and count my ends Come here girl, do you like one-night stands? (Hahaha) Bitch showed up in the marmalade blue (Count em' dawg) So fresh in the blue-star shoes (Count em' dawg) [?] candy paint, ooh (Man somebody stop this dude) Girl stop fighting That would be so trifling Sixteen with no license But I'm still driving (Hahaha) [Pre-Chorus: Pitbull] We gon' kill them in the club wit' this one, tear the club the fuck up (Rah) We gon' kill them in the club wit' this one, tear the club the fuck up (Rah) We gon' kill them in the club wit' this one, tear the club the fuck up (Rah) We gon' kill them in the club wit' this one, tear the club the fuck up (Rah) [Chorus: Pitbull] Them boys ride (Them boys ride) Them boys ride (Them boys ride) Them boys ride (Them boys ride) Everybody get up Them boys ride (Them boys ride) Them boys ride (Them boys ride) Them boys ride (Them boys ride) Everybody get up [Verse 4: Slick'em & Pitbull] 305 in this thang (Yeah) We gon' climb this thang (That right) Best [?] ball in the game [?] It's fuck the goals, [?] you know [?] let's roll Tippy-toes let the [?] so I [?] Superstars, we in control (Yeah) The people go loud and the crowd goes (Ooh) Hold on, that's [?] good [?] boy Who know that filthy rich? Filthy rich with a disco brick Girl, you can handle that with a click [?] Maverick [?] like this [Outro: Pitbull] They ride (Hahaha) We can handle the ladies and we can tear the club up That's the way we do it at the crib What's the crib? The crib is the bottom Bottom is the magic city The magic city is Miami Welcome to the crib Eeeeeeyooooooo Dale