There'll be music everywhere. The song "Get Up Offa That Thing" by James Brown is an upbeat and inspirational tune encouraging people to get up and move - literally and figuratively. Every guy grab a girl. This infectious tune can be interpreted as an anthem for self-empowerment and suggests that we can create our own joy even in the midst of difficulty. Get up offa that thing, and shake it, sing it now! End of the night You've got it now You've got it now You've got it now. Popularity on the Web. Writer(s): DEANNA BROWN, DEIDRA BROWN, YAMMA BROWN
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Get up offa that thing And dance 'til you feel better Get up offa that thing And dance 'til you- help me out Get up offa that thing And dance 'til you feel better Get up offa that thing And try to release that pressure Get up offa that thing And shake 'til you feel better Get up offa that thing And shake it 'til- say it now Get up offa that thing And shake 'til you feel better Get up offa that thing And try to release that pressure Get up and Call it! That's what is sounds like]. Watch it, watch it, look at that). Can you hit it one time, from the top?!
Get up offa that thing, and dance 'till you feel better, Get up offa that thing, and dance 'till you, sing it now! Let me hear you say something! We'd never tried karaoke before, but this is so much fun! Just as long as you are there. Get up offa that thing) Play that bad funk! Can you hit it one time, check this out! And dance ′til you feel better) Gonna get you all in the jam!
I want you all in the jam! Down in New Orleans. Lyrics taken from /lyrics/j/james_brown/. Watch it, watch it) You feel good? Come on clive do it! Easy to set up, entertains the little ones by day and the adults by night. Follow me... Help me! Get up off a that thing, (ha! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAW!!! Popular in Funk (See Charts): Unbreakable, When Doves Cry, I Wish, Sir Duke, Summertime Clothes, You Haven'T Done Nothin', Sometimes It'S Snows In April, Ain'T Nobody, I Feel For You, and Sex Machine. More songs by James Brown (See Charts): Santa Claus Go Straight To The Ghetto, Escape-Ism, Hustle!!!
La suite des paroles ci-dessous. DEANNA BROWN, DEIDRA YVONNE JENKINS, YAMMA BROWN. Robots Soundtrack Lyrics. Dead On It), Hot Pants, I Got Ants In My Pants (And I Want To Dance), Summertime, Get On The Good Foot, Funky President (People It's Bad), Stoned To The Bone, and Slaughter Theme. That′s the wise old brother at the side. We're dancing in the street. We're dancing in Chicago. The lyrics advise listeners to "get up off that thing" meaning the couch or chair, and use dancing as a way of releasing the pressure and feeling better. I've told them now, ha!
The RYM Artists Top 10 Music Polls/Games. Paroles2Chansons dispose d'un accord de licence de paroles de chansons avec la Société des Editeurs et Auteurs de Musique (SEAM). Walk around ′em now. The central progenitor of funk music and a major figure of 20th century music, he is often referred to by the honorific nicknames "the Hardest Working Man in Show Business", "Godfather of Soul", "Mr. Dynamite", and "Soul Brother No. Do you like this song? Lyrics powered by LyricFind. We're collecting money here. Get up and... call it!
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They all anxious to be waitin' to see how ill is my style. What is it gonna be, what it is gonna see? Always been the type of dude that'll feed my clique. Naw, i'm the real raw deal. I don't feel ya'll real. Admit I'm the man or else I'll twist ya uterus back. Put em under white sheets. Uh, I'm the ghetto vet, my partner car pullisin', lately listenin' back. You Don't Wanna Fuck Wit Me (feat. You don't really wanna f with me lyrics. I eat compet-tors with every line. We ridin through your hood (hood).
Farewell I bid you, but before I go, my last gift to you. The wickedest lyricist. And I give, and I give. Naw yo i let the gat talk brap! Now the lead finna clap, you'll be dead with your head in your lap. Chorus: x3] Don't ever look at my name as bad. Aside from my daughters, not trying to sound like a martyr.
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The person you were kissing wasn't me. Womp, womp, swerlin birds about your lock in here. Use the citation below to add these lyrics to your bibliography: Style: MLA Chicago APA. I ain't tryna give you a minute to check. Suckers, I hate 'em, laws I pay them off. Want me let me be set me free just tell me, repeat, Yo, I get fucked up and terrorize the town. You don't wanna f with me lyrics images. Baby what I like to say (all that I can say). Verse 3: Demetrius].
Hate is the method, killin' all you savages. Love it or leave it, we love livin illegal. If your better off that way (better off that way). He come back, raise my arm like I got a question.
I'm doin' this mixtape right now. When this n-gga add [? ] And if your creepin, please don't let it show. And even if you buy it. I confess my style, rotten extra foul. Makin' niggas retire but reclaim disability. Wit Uncle L, don't tell Baby Dogg, "Yes y'all". You don't wanna f with me lyrics video. I'm a deal ya'll steel. That's when i blast clips. Eminem( Slim Shady). 'Cause you ain't never had clout. Oh, oh, oh, to fuck with me. I'll be up in a n-ggas home next then, he come back, raised a arm, "now i got a question". I drop an ambulance on a nigga Mad trucks, runnin' over niggas I love bitches, when they front on they pussycat You ain't gettin' over like a fat rat Hate is the method, killin' all you savages You won't be sendin' me messages I put your nigga on pause, I keep that shit on Destroy you through your whores 'Cause you ain't never had clout You niggas on a rat drought I never get tired, I ain't in your drama quote Suck my dick!
These skeletons in the tomb, like veterans in platoon. I'm a predator and a goon. You know who's the best. Chorus: x6] (To the ugly girls, throw your hands in the fuckin' air! ) Then the spirit of 'Pac enter me, then I got to hit em up. Get a glock in here, who say my beats don't knock in here. The wickedest lyricist on the premises. They Don't Wanna F** Wit Me lyrics by Missy Elliott. When your blutter don't mean. And what you claim b**ch you better be real. Heard me, uh, and the way I feel I need me a bill. SONGLYRICS just got interactive.
From the Candy Cane, Santa came, back in the big hurricane. Naw, I'm the real raw deal I was built off skill, I'mma still draw steel I'mma deal y'all still, I'll fulfill y'all will I dont feel y'all real, on the real dawg KNEEL! I'm the circus ring master so fuck the clowns. Cause I break my back to give you my art, you steal my thoughts.
Twelve blunts a day (what). But I don't think they heard me. Young villian i be k! Glad to escape down south to my Miami house. When my music you take so subtle, just to give it away.