: (Words and music by Robert Lamm) You get it up You get it up You get me feeling so hot Mama, I'm your buttercup I'm blowing up I'm blowing up It's
You get it up, you get it up You get me feelin' so hot Mama, I'm your buttercup It's goin' up, it's goin' up I'm gettin' hotter and I don't know if I
(Words and music by Robert Lamm) You get it up You get it up You get me feeling so hot Mama, I'm your buttercup I'm blowing up I'm blowing up It's getting
Tradução: Chicago. Usted Get It Up.
it comin [Chorus] Throwback this, Throwback that They even look better with the matching hat All you gotta check is the players stats It aint where you for its where you
whole thang Girls swallow, blow like Chicago Nigga get mad, uh, gun, throat, hollow Dummy, ain't nothin' young but the money Got plenty girls you could
time you heard Mary J and you were standing in line To purchase tickets to see her blow like Chicago wind And I'm ridin with Common looking for Chicago
the cueta in your cabeza that spanish maid bout to come and clean that xxxx mess up gansgter! it ain't bout where you from it's about where u wear your
it like home It's the reason niggaz saying my name like Mike Jones And I'm far from Houston but you can chop it and screw it Do whatever to it, but it
newborn, you'd be the jealous older brother Yea, daddy love us but in the meanwhile You talkin behind his back and in his face you smile You moved out the house, You
in every city And Americans love to watch it on TV There's gays, lesbians, stripper nymphos Teenage prostitutes, husbands gone psycho The haters hate it 'cause it
these little babies goin' crazy or they sufferin in the game And I swear it's like a trap But I ain't given up on the hood it's all good when I go back
niggaz He's always G'd up, from head to toe My memories as a young nigga He always got it blown like Al Capone Take it slow nigga, it's for the young
rusty four-five wit the same clip, an see, you can get wit this, or you can get wit that, you probably won't get wit this click, cuz um, this where the
Ryhmes) bring it in can you feel it can you feel it its all about the money baby [Eightball] Big Eightball straight up out the south to you honey coated
To The Beat, Light It Up, Let It Burn When You Vibin' With Me, Gotta Keep It Real To Survive In These Streets, Come See It For Your Self How Live It
