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    Spin: Gitty up babe

    Cheryl "Salt" James & Rufus Blaq:

    You can buy that
    Full of bass and hi-hat
    You can buy that
    Full of bass and hi-hat

    Cheryl "Salt" James & Rufus Blaq:

    I'm-ah make you bounce till your hip hurts
    Make you work
    Sweat till you drench your blouse, and your skirt
    And I'm-a freak you till you pass out
    Pay cash out, baby tear your back out
    Keep bangin'
    Ho, B.L.A.Q. make you say, ho
    S and P, chi-ca, chi-co
    Everybody put your hands in the sky
    Gitty up, gitty up, let's ride

    Chorus:

    Gitty up baby (Gitty up, gitty up), say what
    Give me all that you got, baby don't stop
    Keep it comin' strong, make it hot, say what
    Gitty up baby (Gitty up, gitty up), say what
    Give me all that you got, baby don't stop
    Keep it comin' strong, make it hot, say what

    Cheryl "Salt" James:

    Gitty up baby, I'm-ah take you for a ride
    It makes your soul wild, when I release vibes
    Freak ya down, 'til your asthma hit ya
    Salt, non-stop styles, lift ya
    Make you wanna get your stash
    Rollin' like a Ben, no need
    Got my own end, payer-haters never win
    'cause I'm involved to the end
    Send chill up your skin, Poppie
    Who debate, not me
    Can't take what I got, can't stop me
    You still divide by, bass slide
    Yo, can't fight it, ho, let's flow run and move
    Show and prove, we can do this
    Shake your groove thing, hold tight
    Ain't nothin' to this
    When they get down with skills
    Romance and no frills, uh
    It feels ill, don't it

    Chorus

    Sandra "Pepa" Denton:

    I keep it hot like a block full of hustlers
    Who can make it blaze like us
    Bless you to death
    Wanna freak me from the back (Girl, don't even play like that)
    Keep it comin' strong, give me all that you got (Yo, true baller don't stop)
    I throw it like a pitcher, let my sex appeal hit ya
    Game so sharp that it split ya, tell ya what
    Keep a stylin', boy (I ain't been hooked since Yin was a hoiler, what)
    Can't nobody do it this tight (Say what)
    Pep be the bomb, that's right (What)
    Look at all the players tryin' to get with me, sit with me
    Yo, it ain't shh to me
    I'm-ah party 'til I see the sunrise
    It hurts to keep the party live
    Keep it comin' baby

    Chorus

    Rufus Blaq:

    Gitty up baby
    Give me that S and P, that's who the funk is for
    Give me that S and P, that's who the funk is for
    Give it to me, give it to me
    Give it to me, give it to me
    Give me the funk, that's me

    Deidra "Spinderella" Roper:

    S to the P-I-N, spare with a rella
    Ain't no fella, uh, well a
    Freak your body, keep the party hot
    Give me all that you go,t and it don't stop
    When it moves down on me
    Put your grooves down, homie
    Can't lose now, come on
    Can you break it down to the bone
    Boo you actin' like you grown
    Before I take you home (Watch out)
    You better move

    Chorus

    Gitty up baby

    You can buy that
    Full of bass and hi-hat
    You can buy that
    Full of bass and hi-hat

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