Artist: Big K.R.I.T. f/ Sleepy Brown, CeeLo Green Album: 4eva Is a Mighty Long Time Song: Get Up 2 Come Down Typed by: kirenamloh@msn.com [Chorus: Sleepy Brown and Big K.R.I.T.] Uhh, tryna get up to come down Got that playa shit by the pound The gold with the 'Lacs and the crown Make it where them hoes come around Uhh, tryna get up to come down Boomin like a sub underground The whole city hearin it's around We all on the get up, to come down [Big K.R.I.T.] Back at it one mo' 'gain, crankin my motor Revvin my engine, chillin the AC 'til it's colder than a breeze in Alaska Sun shine like the winter time just passed us Watchin for laws and jackers Cause this shit here too clean to be taken I keep it tucked off in my clothes, you'll never catch me outchea bucked naked Fresh drawls, them deadstock Js' for the caskets Pressin up on these bastards that owe me and I GOTS ta have it Wake up and cake up cause it's only right Soon as the sun go down, the freaks come out and they gon' dress in sum'n tights I'm tryna dig deep, ginger ale and Hennessy It keep me in the zone, all night long 'til the clock strikes twelve One mo' then I'm out of the front door On a mission like a Waffle House cook for the two-fo'... seven Man, I'm just tryna get paid And make it where these muthafuckas hate, I got up to come down [Chorus] [Big K.R.I.T.] This for them playas in those gator belts Gettin cheese like patty melts, servin up GAAAME like help yo' self Refereein, callin plays on the sidelines +Super+ the +Bowl+, diamonds and gold, won a ring like five times I remember wantin to be that cause I seen it Don't ever tell a ho you love a ho if you don't mean it Unless it's bout that paper-paper, got that from a playa pimp They said it's work to be a P-I, easier to be a simp Put it in motion, rollercoastin, peep the focus of a go-getter If you flip it once and get it, it for sure figures If you ain't eatin with you squad, youse a ho nigga That's from the heart, never pump Kool-Aid when we on a mission That's 24/7 like a waffle cook in a Waffle House kitchen Man, I'm just tryna get paid And make it where these muthafuckas hate, I got up to come down [Chorus] [CeeLo Green] Now here's a little story that must be told A wild young nigga off on Campbellton Road I was raised in Kingsridge where it wasn't no rules Robbin niggaz for they Starter jackets and shoes Yeah, I've done some real THINGS, family full of FIENDS Forty ounce of Old English and some Newport KINGS Went from a pocket full of pieces and '74 Caprices A Benz and a crib in Buckhead - thank you, Jesus~! Boi, I'm Sweet James Jones when I'm whippin a Biarritz A Rollie on my wrist and a super bad bitch You know it's southside, you can tell by the color Give it a good look cause there'll never be another Woves, a hundred spokes, what you expect? And trust me, money cain't buy you that respect Gotta feel it out of love, and get it from out the mud And it'll come round, or get out the way - I'm comin down (Ooooh SHIT~!!) [Outro] (Tryna get up to come down) Young playa worldwide, Third Coast all day Mississippi well connected everywhere, mayne "4eva N a Day", 4eva howeva, 4eva anyway You know how it be, mayne When you... all the way down in the game underground (Tryna get up to come down) When you come up off that thang, mayne Them people can't stand ys, mayne They can't, they can't get with it, mayne Cause they don't realize how or what it took To get to a place where forever IS a mighty long time And all that time, you was doing it big (Tryna get up to come down) It's a mighty good feeling 4eva is, 4eva was and 4eva we WILL be Multi til' the muthafuckin sun die K-R-I-T, King Remembered In Time, believe that there Trying to get up to come down So as the beat keep rollin on, the slab keep hittin that 808 keep goin on and that bassline keep being filthy and slashin This is forever ever lasting in a timeless fashion, bee-itch! {*fade*}