[Intro:]

Hey yo, what's up, Reggie?

What's up, Knightowl?

I just wrote some funky lyrics, ey

The shit is bumpin' homes

So I wanted you to drop a ghetto track to the shit

And make it rock

I like that...

[Chorus:] (x2)

Get'em up, swing

Get'em up, swing

Get'em up!

Get'em up, swing

Get'em, up!

And let the bass hit'em

[Verse 1:]

Thought you can hang with a member of the W.L

I'm gonna rock the microphone and send'em straight to hell

I'm 'bout to rep it for the hood when it all began

Hit up and stay to battle many

Yo, I never ran

Float like a smoke

Take a puff, say you wanna choke?

I'm the one you wanna battle?

Better go for broke!

Soy loco, troubled

Cyclone! When I'm in the zone

The kind of vato that'll blast when I wanna roam

City to city and all around

I'm throwin' down

Menace of the ghetto

Man, I'm brought up in the Wop-Town

Violence, ending up silencing

I'm droppin' the bombs

Like if your ass was Saddam

Now the point that I'm tryn'a make is give it up and drop the mic

Surround them all and beat'em down, I'm the one they (?)

Flip them like a switch

Treat them like a bitch

Puro Sureño

And I'mma light'em like a leño

[Chorus:] (x2)

Get'em up, swing

Get'em up, swing

Get'em up!

Get'em up, swing

Get'em, up!

And let the bass hit'em

[Verse 2:]

Provin' and movin' l

(?)

Say you wanna make a record, but you haven't any juice

So what the fuck

Just put the mic down, step aside

And watch a real motherfucker rappin' with his stripe

(?)

Down with a funky sound Brown blood, I wear the crown

And can't nobody fuck around

The crazy Knightowl's in the house

And Johnny's on the mix

We're about to rock the show, look at the clock, it's ten to six

Heard all the crowd go scream, and they wanted more

They want an encore

But I'm getting kinda sore

(?), I swig brew and then I bust a cap

I heard the puto Lil One was trying to steal my rap

How could it be?

I wonder what is going on

A bunch of vatos up and running, trying to do my song

(?) puto get off of the bandwagon

I'm the baddest around

And won't stop bragging

[Hook:] (4x)

Knightowl is gonna make it funky...

Knightowl's gonna make it real funky...

[Chorus:] (x2)

Get'em up, swing

Get'em up, swing

Get'em up!

Get'em up, swing

Get'em, up!

And let the bass hit'em

[Verse 3:]

I'm incredible

But never edible

Like a bitch

Some young motherfucker, tried to play me like a man-wich

Who got caught up in the middle of the gang banging

Now where the ripper on his leg, he thought my tree is hanging

And I'ma swing my fist like a bat

I put him down, and I'ma step on him just like a mat

Get some bounce, lyrics rock, till I make a tweak

Then pissed your pants, because you're just too motherfucking weak

Wag, brother, turn around, play it better get in line

I get a rose when I'm in the booth, and then I'ma take a dick

And have the hostess on my lap, snap like a branch come down. Like an agave chop, like a chop before you've had a stomp

It's crazy, now I've said enough, so let the party drop

[Chorus:]

Get'em up, swing

Get'em up, swing

Get'em up!

Get'em up, swing

Get'em, up!

And let the bass hit'em