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• Текст, перевод и аккорды “Give It Up”

• [Flavor Flav vocals in these brackets] {crowd chant vocals in these brackets]
  
  Intro: Chuck D, Flavor Flav
  
  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, yeah [Rinkin twinkin body shakin Nuff attackin brain's a rackin Clock tockin Chuck shockin Flavor Flav ain't never shavin] (one, two, three four) Verse One: Chuck D It's another record, check it, mad methods 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 fourty ounce] I sued them bastards, yeah they got bounce 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 your brain Wreckin records with funky stuff Am I loud enough? {yeah} You got ta give it up Chorus: Flavor Flav Give it up, give it up, give it up yo repeat Give it up, give it up, gotta give it up / 4 times repeat #2 -- (occasional) Chuck D vocal yeah you gots ta give it up now Verse Two: Chuck D Come again with the same old bounce I'm calling a foul and once again it counts Mad tense mad tense brothers know The blunts in the back got the black behind and that's wack [And once again it's on!] Hey Jimmy cracked corn cracker singin I don't care, it's on I'm comin with a rhyme [what?] I'm lettin go a rhyme [yeah!] I gotta get a rhyme through the rough and crazy times Call me a Hannibal lecture, yes I checked her They don't hear me though, so here I go I'm sick and tired so Sly'll take ya higher When I'm takin his sound to bring you down Rappers rippin a lyrical kickin finger-lickin But to the rhythm I'm givin but never cotton pickin Like James Brown I'm sayin it loud Am I loud enough? Huh, you got ta give it up [Some ain't gonna change, some ain't gonna change Some ain't gonna never ever change Some ain't gonna change, some ain't gonna change Some ain't gonna NEVER EVER change!] Chorus [1/2X] Interlude: Chuck D, Flavor Flav And when I'm coming, some young dumb and fulla cum Some second guessing my lessons about saving young Some don't know like Run said so here we go Where it is inside, whoop there it is {aaaaaaah} There it is [There it is, damn right My man X is a bad mother {shut your mouth)
  I'm talking about Terminator, he's the man]
  There it is, can you hit me off with another one
  
  Chorus
  
  I never did represent doing dumb shit
  Some gangsta lying - I'd rather diss Presidents
  Dead or alive, bring em and I'll swing em
  I vocalize, I just rap, I don't sing em
  Flick em, and I fling em, you can go with em
  Hall of Fame for the game for the points I Dave Bing em
  Go Grandmama, close but no cigar
  I got mine, for I'm using my rhyme
  The flow go wherever I want, and that's clever
  Give a piece of my time, to prevent some crime
  And who behind puttin the guns to the young ones
  The ones that make em is the ones that take em
  Rugged for no reason, down in duck season
  I don't want my mama, on the street wearing armor
  So check yaself before ya wreck yaself
  Respect yaself, hah, you got ta give it up
  
  Chorus [4X] (fades out)