DWHB - Get Up! Get Up! lyrics

[Verse 1: Andrew] I'm on fire, call the boys in red I'm gonna get stuck, the noise in your head I'll keep ringing around like a bullet on metal Too hot to touch, like steam from a kettle Gotta cool down? Go outside where it's breezy I'll be in here, just laying it down like it's easy And if you wanna lay down with me, girl, don't tease me It would be beyond awesome if you could at least be Honest when you're dealing with a man such as me Cause I ain't got no f**ing problem with leaving you up a creek I'll leave your a** at the club; I don't want you at home And I ain't got no problem with being alone If you call me up, I'll ignore that sh** like it's politics Cause girl, getting with you ain't no sort of accomplishment Girl, can you even smell your body? If I got with you, I wouldn't tell nobody [Hook] What up? What up? Yo, what's happenin'? Get up! Get up! Get them booties clappin' and Get your feet on the floor Your hands in the air Come on everybody everywhere [Verse 2: Travis] Whenever I f**ing rhyme it's like I'm starting a goddamn war Dropping f-bombs all the time like the cast of Jersey Shore Speaking of those guys, I'd say a word to Snooki I'd say hi then I'd try to taste her chocolate chips and cookies I'd like to take her back to my place and get her under my sheets, and then I'm kidding. Good god. Bring back the beat I was misleading and lying to you, I'm pleading and crying for you To forgive me for having a couple of couplets about Snooki and I in the nude Could this be magic, this album you hear? Man this beat is emphatic, please let out a cheer One for Andrew with the hellified beats And then one for me with the hellified rhymes One for Dean with the hellified tweets And one for all of us for tapping hellified dimes Don't wear your voice out, man you still need to use it Hear this chorus coming up? You need to sing along to it [Hook] [Verse 3: Dean] Yo, get up with your fine a** And move it around like you're diversifying a**ets Cause you look fine sitting there with your friends in the club But I can tell by your face that you need a bu*t rub Lucky you! I'm just the man for the job And if I rub your bu*t, can you rub my knob? Oops I'm sorry; I didn't mean to be so forward Forget it; let's just move over to the dance floor Swing your hips to the left, swing your hips to the right All the while my dick is trying to get between your thighs That's the way the game's played; don't get mad baby Cause you know all I want is my dick up in your naughty thing And honestly girl, I ain't blaming you Cause if I was a chick, I'd try to bang me too! [Verse 4: Doug F.] Everybody in the party, they're just getting a little loose By sipping on Bacardi and a bit of Grey Goose When the pigs start to coming, nobody vamoose They can hold their Kevin Bacon cause it's not Footloose And I'm here with the Boiz, put the spot in a craze And you're on your little substance in your own happy daze We ain't talking Fonz, we ain't talking Ritchie We're just keeping it live like it f**ing should be We're staying so fly, keeping it funky We rock this modern life, keeping it spunky My endeavors are clever, but it's really whatever When they're talking about dimes, they're really getting heffers Keep them hands up, cause all we do is win Taking back Sunday, you should tell all your friends When they knock on the door and be like "What's that noise?" It's that boy Doug Funnie here with Dem Waffle Houze Boiz [Hook]