Five – Everybody Get Up chords

[Intro]
| drums | D | G A | D | G |

[Chorus]
D                        G A D                               G AEverybody get up singing.    Five will make you get down now.
D                        G A D                               G AEverybody get up singing.    Five will make you get down now.

[Verse 1]
N.C.You got to keep it real, you got to keep it raw.
I'm lyrically blessed, so don't try to ignore.
Time for some action, creeping up your back and
Keep the beat nasty, like Janet my reaction.
DmHard I'm addictive, better lock your kids in,
coming to you area, ya don't know what you're missing.
Go tell your family, here comes the enemy,
blowing up the spot tech remedy.

[Chorus]
D                        G A D                               G AEverybody get up singing.    Five will make you get down now.
D                        G A D                               G AEverybody get up singing.    Five will make you get down now.

(Instrumental)

2. Strophe
N.C.I'll be the resident, president, I'm the 5th element,
Jimmy fly snooka stone, cold is how I'm
Hittin' em' better get together, put your hands in the sky,
Stick em up punk, hit em low, hit em high.
    DmNow I'm the bad boy, that you invite for dinners,
Ain't got no manners, cos I eat with my fingers.
Lost boys terrorise the neighbourhood,
and hounds of the Baskerville will be up to no good,
So come on, come on, everybody keep checking us.
Coming with the funk, bring it on wickedness.

[Chorus]
D                        G A D                               G AEverybody get up singing.    Five will make you get down now.
D                        G A D                               G AEverybody get up singing.    Five will make you get down now.

[Verse 3]
N.C.Everybody better recognise, we got the funky rhymes,
keep it together, baby, don't even try to organise.
We be the roughnecks, no concept, no business,
we here to get down, and make em grab your biscuits.
DmSo everybody, anybody, somebody.
Put your hands together, represent like John Gottë,
paragraph after grammar for gas, the party's Armageddon,
hit em with the heavy class.
I'm bugging, hitting with the hooligan bamn
I know I wanna stand up, so baby jump!
Everybody get up singing. Five will make you get down now. Oh get on babe.

[Outro]
D                        G A D                               G AEverybody get up singing.    Five will make you get down now.
D                        G A D                               G AEverybody get up singing.    Five will make you get down now.
DFive will make you get down.