GIVE IT UP (Written by Bobby Brown, Gerald Baillergeau, Victor Merritt, and Jerome Woods) Uh huh Hey yo give me a tune-up(??) for this album, man Well
Ha ha ha ha ha See ma, I think you took it I think you took it wrong like You got it misunderstood or something You got it confused I?m thinking about
, I'ma hit it, party on I gots to get it Keep them foxy women baggin it up (baggin it up) While them haters stayin actin up (actin up) You flashin what
on tuck Want war, I don't give a fuck Shot 'til you kiss, pucker up It'll lift him up, believe me you'll float The result is your family heartbroke (YEA
The sound of Musik - it's the Jailhouse Rock, it's steppin' on my Blues Suede Shoes The sound of Musik - it's Pavarotti, he is the biggest Bobby Dylan
band had been brought up on nothing but rhythm & blues. Now, rhythm & blues branches out into about four different categories the way we grew up with it
Fo' those of you unfamiliar wit de' nakkin, Dis be de nakkin'!) Ensemble: ON BROADWAY, IT'S A NEW DAY . . . Thing-Fish: On Broadway, It's a New Day
it! Oh . . . I really can't stand it . . . please . . . give it to me . . . give it to me right here in the trunk of your Gremlin . . . give me . . . GIVE
shit is fucking ridiculous [Pusha T:] 5 star dishes, different exotic fishes Man this shit is, fucking ridiculous Fucking ridiculous [Pusha T:] Success is what you make it Take it how it
Up, Get Into it, Get involved"] [Bobby Byrd:] ("GET INVOLVED!!!" GET INVOLVED!!!" GET INVOLVED!!!" GET INVOLVED!!!") [Intro: Nas] Hold up, hold up, hold up
the gat On tuck Want war I don't give a fuck Shot till you kiss And pucker up It'll lift em up Believe me you'll flow Duracell is your family
will give it 2 me Cuz Johnny will make U dance (Can we bring it up?) Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh! (Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh!) {repeat 4 times} Give it up
Honey where da roof?" Pull up in a Dawes ?, canaries ? dey go on roof, Even once had a job pourin tar up on da roof. Dat boy had it hard, no facade it
da cash I open up my mind about openenin bank accounts deposit a 100 staks Break up now take it out baby dats a gift maybe u could live I knew it wouldn
mad that she ain't my girl I'll give back every song I wrote I'll give back every song I sang If I could just roll up on you Slap my barcode on you
entire clique scared to diss demandin attention when the glock sound y'all niggas to be murdered like Jeffery Daumer on lock down I'm brown like Bobby
the joy) Take the joy and do it in pain (Never give in) Give in Don't give up (Don't give up) We can try but it will never never break my love Sweet,
