
Give It Up Public Enemy
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[Intro]
Aight (Aight), aight (Aight)
Aight (Aight), aight (Aight)
I'm aight if you aight (I'm aight)
I be better - get some of that bass
(Word, give it up aight)
You know what I'm sayin'? Yeah
Booty quaking, body shaking
'Nough attacking brain's a-racking
Clock tocking Chuck rocking
Flavor Flav ain't never shaving
(One, two, three. four, hit it!)
[Verse 1]
It's another record, check it, mad method
To put my brothers and sisters on a deathbed
You know he cheated, took what he wanted, but now you blunted
Suckin' up to the devil, steppin' down a level
It's who they fear is you
Who protects us from us and you from you
Yes and it counts, fuck the forty ounce
I sued them bastards, yeah they got bounced
I did 'em like a demo (Threw 'em out the window!)
I took a 98 'cause I never liked a limo
But pump, pump, pump, pu-pump, pump it up
A mad rhyme for mad times, that's what's up
Some ain't gonna change, I got 'em in a range
I gotta rearrange, so I'm buildin' back ya brain
Wreckin' records with funky stuff
Am I loud enough? (Yeah!) You got to give it up
Aight (Aight), aight (Aight)
Aight (Aight), aight (Aight)
I'm aight if you aight (I'm aight)
I be better - get some of that bass
(Word, give it up aight)
You know what I'm sayin'? Yeah
Booty quaking, body shaking
'Nough attacking brain's a-racking
Clock tocking Chuck rocking
Flavor Flav ain't never shaving
(One, two, three. four, hit it!)
[Verse 1]
It's another record, check it, mad method
To put my brothers and sisters on a deathbed
You know he cheated, took what he wanted, but now you blunted
Suckin' up to the devil, steppin' down a level
It's who they fear is you
Who protects us from us and you from you
Yes and it counts, fuck the forty ounce
I sued them bastards, yeah they got bounced
I did 'em like a demo (Threw 'em out the window!)
I took a 98 'cause I never liked a limo
But pump, pump, pump, pu-pump, pump it up
A mad rhyme for mad times, that's what's up
Some ain't gonna change, I got 'em in a range
I gotta rearrange, so I'm buildin' back ya brain
Wreckin' records with funky stuff
Am I loud enough? (Yeah!) You got to give it up
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