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You gotta get on up off that bullshit Stop fightin' that feelin' You gotta get on up off that bullshit Stop fightin' that feelin' You gotta get on up off that bullshit Stop fightin' that feelin' You gotta get on up off that bullshit Stop fightin' that feelin' (Imani) Let me entertain you And interphase you With the new sound Sound is the side And the Phar is the Cyde And no matter who you are You know you can't hide Not from the eyes of the sun Nor the moon, nor the stars No matter who you are Come in And commence to the sound of my drummin' You gotta get up off that shit And stop fightin' that feelin' You need to get up off that shit Letras de cancionesAnd stop fightin' that feelin' You need to get up off that shit And stop fightin' that feelin' You need to get up off that shit And stop fightin' that feelin' (Slim Kid 3) Time to go all the way wit me Don't just sit there and stare or play wit it 'Cause we're committed to the seeds of the new breeds The mothership, dreams where fiends breastfeed Step through reality into reality So surreal you'll feel you never knew reality Until it stood still Now you're far from a lie when the truth tantalizes your eyes See, we already in the skies or outer space Standing here on the face of this earth To the state to the grid of my turf where my mom gave birth To all that she loves, be it small to others But yo, it's bigger than love They did a cross examination of it But you can't duplicate the state of our relations Through translations, that's not the ticket Breakin' codes and heiroglyphics Tryin' to get down to the specifics You gotta get up off that shit And stop fightin' that feelin' You need to get up off that shit And stop fightin' that feelin' You need to get up off that shit And stop fightin' that feelin' You need get up off that shit And stop fightin' that feelin' (Bootie Brown) Yo! When money talks, fools are always checkin' Depositin' their two cents Foolishly convinced, blinded by the ignorance That becomes a hinderance for them to rise When they gonna recognize Time waits for no man When you gonna stand and get up off that bullshit And stop fightin' that feeling? (Suave) Now let me change the topic just a bit Talk about the iahps with the fat ass and tits Come into the club, lookin' for a star Ain't got ten dollars for a drink at the bar Scopin' around lookin' for the best dressed Smell a brother into passin' up the stress Sniff sniff! Yo, what does the iahp smell? A brother like Suave with a pocket that swell Action was thrown, the iahp was blown Next thing you know I had her at my home All alone, object to get paid Only thing that happened was her ass got laid Now no ends and her ass was sprung Used a little tongue but believe I'm well hung So lesson well learned for you club hoppin' hoes It ain't about the stardom and it ain't about the dough, so You gotta get on up off that bullshit Stop fightin' that feelin' You gotta get on up off that bullshit Stop fightin' that feelin' You gotta get on up off that bullshit Stop fightin' that feelin' You gotta get on up off that bullshit Stop fightin' that feelin' You gotta get on up off that bullshit Stop fightin' that feelin' You gotta get on up off that bullshit Stop fightin' that feelin' From Letras Mania