Get Your Roll On - Big Tymers

You say I know it's a waste of time, there's no use trying So scared, that life's gonna pass you by, your spirit dying Not long ago, I could feel your strength and your devotion What was so clear is now overcast With mixed emotions (emotions, emotions) Deep in your heart is the answer Find it, I know it will pull you through Get on your feet Get up and make it happen Get on your feet Stand up and take some action I think it's true that we've all been through some nasty weather (Weather, weather) Let's understand that we're here to handle things together You gotta keep looking onto tomorrow There's so much in life That's meant for you Get on your feet Get up and make it happen Get on your feet Stand up and take some action (Action, action) Get on your feet Don't stop before it's over Get on your feet The weight is off your shoulder (Oh-oh-wey-oh) (Oh-oh, oh-wey-oh) Get up and make it happen Stand up, stand up, stand up and take some action (oh-oh-wey-oh, oh-oh, oh-wey-oh) Gotta get on your feet, yeah, yeah (oh-oh, oh-wey-oh) Don't stop before it's over (oh-oh-wey-oh) (Oh-oh-wey-oh) Get on your feet The weight is off your shoulder (oh-oh, oh-wey-oh) Get on your feet (oh-oh-wey-oh) Get up, get up, get up and make it happen (oh-oh, oh-wey-oh) Get on your feet (Oh-oh-wey-oh) Stand up, stand up and take some action (oh-oh, oh-wey-oh) Get on your feet (Oh-oh-wey-oh) Get up, stand up Don't stop before it's over (oh-oh, oh-wey-oh) You gotta get on your feet, yeah, yeah

We got a lot of all night left Shots we ain't done yet Ain't got as loud as we can get, no We ain't pushed it to the top Nobody's called the cops Let's party like the ball just dropped Get on your feet (get on your feet) Stand up on your seat (stand up on your seat) Lift your glasses way up high Raise your hands up to the sky We got all night (we got all night) (Come on wave your light) everybody wave your light Come on, bring it on, sing along Get on your feet Let your body feel the groove Don't be afraid to move Side to side, if you want to Go on, throw your arms around Who you're with right now Whatever you do, don't sit down Get on your feet (get on your feet) Stand up on your seat (stand up on your seat) Lift your glasses way up high Raise your hands up to the sky We got all night (we got all night) (Come on wave your light) everybody wave your light Come on, bring it on, sing along Get on your feet (everybody, up on your feet now) Stand up, hands up, somebody turn the band up Tonight ain't gonna be long enough, no Get on your feet Stand up on your seat Lift your glasses way up high Raise your hands up to the sky We got all night (we got all night) Everybody wave your light (everybody wave your light) Come on, bring it on, sing along Get on your feet Everybody wave your light Get on your feet, yeah Tonight's gonna be our night We got all night Get up on your feet Get up on your feet Stand up, hands up, somebody turn the band up, mmm, hmm Stand up, hands up, somebody turn the band up Tonight ain't gonna be long enough

Me and my, lil niggas Just came off a lick, we found two bricks All we know is gettin' money, on that fly shit Play for keeps, rockin' shows, doin' fours and shit, ya digg? Nigga try, we gun 'em down Shout out to the plug, he front me a hundred pounds Make one phone call, they pull up one hundred rounds Young Roo, Young Baby run the A-Town Them boys got new whips and full clips Nigga play, he get flipped, he gettin' dipped All we know is gettin' money, fuckin' hoes and shit All we know is lay 'em down, kick in doors and shit Real spit, this my life In the trenches every day, I earned my stripes Yamaha four fifty, bike life Lost a whole quarter million on them dice, damn Woah, woah, woah kemosabe Bad bitches long hair in the lobby Woah, woah, woah kemosabe I just pray I don't kill nobody Woah, woah, woah kemosabe Bad bitches long hair in the lobby Woah, woah, woah kemosabe I just hope I don't kill nobody Marlo and Young Baby, we goin' crazy In the street worth like eight-eighty Hellcats and drop top, off them block Neighborhood super star, fuckin' bad broads Goin' to the Super Bowl, me and Julio I just made a two million dollar tab off a truckload Young nigga stay fly and gettin' money 2 the Hard Way, nigga you know how we comin' I just copped a Maybach off dope money Got the sucker hang hard with no money Then I made a one-twenty off four dummies QC superstar, me and Baby comin', yeah Woah, woah, woah kemosabe Bad bitches long hair in the lobby Woah, woah, woah kemosabe I just pray I don't kill nobody Woah, woah, woah kemosabe Bad bitches long hair in the lobby Woah, woah, woah kemosabe I just hope I don't kill nobody G-Wagon, matte black Run off on the migo, get the money right back Runnin' to the bag fast like a four flat Oh he sweet with that money, he gettin' jacked, ya digg? White tee and white ones Nigga pushin' big weight, call him Big Pun I'ma go and get the money, that's on my son, ya digg? Look at me, with QC Went and got the bag, bust it down with Big and P I just spent thirty racks on new teeth Me and Marlo traphouse, them new Jeeps Time to run the rap game, already run the streets, ya digg? Woah, woah, woah kemosabe Bad bitches long hair in the lobby Woah, woah, woah kemosabe I just pray I don't kill nobody Woah, woah, woah kemosabe Bad bitches long hair in the lobby Woah, woah, woah kemosabe I just hope I don't kill nobody