feel, baby Then, c'mon, oh, c'mon Let's get it on Baby, let's get it on Let's love, baby Let's get it on, sugar Let's get it on We're all sensitive
[Hook:] And we can get it on Close your eyes shawty gone make a wish you neva met a nigga like this And we can get it on I know yo pain - all the shit
Get on dis motorcycle Get on dis motorcycle And that way you can ride wit a ... (y'all ready) Get on dis motorcycle Get on dis motorcycle And get your
help you get there Good luck, I hope you choose on the best player Shittin' on 'em I'm shittin' on 'em I'm shittin' on ?em, bitch She said I'm too old, get
open up to, open up to me? I want to show you, I want to show you Please, oh, baby, please Oh, baby, why you playin' hard to get me? I will keep on
a gat yo (I know you can funk these words to the letter Get up on the funk and maybe you'll feel better, yo) [W.C. and Coolio] Get on up on that funk
of a mastermind (Get on top) Last temptation of my kind (Get on top) Extra planetary sign when do we align (Get on top) All in time, right on Get on top Get on
backgrounds up a little bit please? I love this} Come on get up Come on get up Come on get up, baby Before you make me change my mind Come on get up,
Get your ribbons on, honey Get your ribbons on We're gonna stomp, honey, all night long I don't want your Rothschild ways I don't want to be brand spankin
I saw jesus kissing the devil. Gonna take some time for me to Get on this, get on this. Gonna take an angel's kiss to Get on this, get on this. When
baby Then come on, oh come on Let's get it on, oh baby Lets get it on, let's love baby Let's get it on, sugar Let's get it on, woah We're all sensitive
wrong, we wrong If you got some pretty friends we gon bring em all You know, you know, you know, you know This is how we get it on Ayye Ayee Bet I can
s her fault But what can she do? Tell me baby ~~B Section~~ MJ: Girl,If your ready Girl: I'm ready MJ: We can get it on Girl: We can get it on MJ: I
you home get you all alone It's just us baby we can be grown And I'm down for whatever she down for whatever Well baby let's get it on. [2nd Verse]
'm on Fresh Mode And I'm Dizzy Dustin, bustin', that's my trade And all you sucka alligators gotta get soufled I'm on Fresh Mode, I'm on Fresh Mode I'm on
nasty to classy, and still Nigga still gotta get his grind on Come get introduced to my home, I grew up in the crime zone Soon as you grown, you on
you'll be with me even then When am I gonna get over you And stop living in the past? When am I gonna get over you? When my poor heart beats its last You told me on
's up I make the crowd bounce, get on up Get on up, get on up Get on up, get on up Get on up, get on up Get on up, get on up 'Get on up' is the name