Lyrics:
Detroit Trick
Get your hands up put that ass up
Get you hands up i'm in Detroit Trick
Put put that ass up i'm in Detroit Trick
Get yo get yo get yo get yo
Gal you're fat and you're buff, expensive and rough
A put your hand inna the air and just big up
Gal if you're fat and you're buff, I know your
a star when I walk up in the place
I ain't got time to play, put all hundreds in your face
Put them hunnids in your face, okay, okay
Put 'em in your
your usual, kid from the hood reality grew up to be a felon
Used to sneak the tool to school, roamin’ with that ruger through them jack streets
Faster
a cheeseburger!
She says "That's not what I'm hungry for"
I put my head in my hands and screamed,
I don't know who you are anymore!
The voice on the speaker says
me put your hands up (hood)
My hood niggas can you stand up (I'm so hood)
If you not from here you can walk it out
And you not hood if you don't
mothers and fathers
Believe in Belize
Back new beginnings
Sons and daughters, mothers and fathers
Believe in Belize
Put your hands up Belize
We believe
came to life (life)
I put in work, they can't take my stripes
No matter what it cost, boy, I paid the price (yeah)
Jim was puttin' on, Zeek kept it
muthafuckers!
Ayo, Biggie, put your hands up!
Now, I can make it happen
My rappin' is similar to
Mothafuckers when they scrappin'
Blast and watch 'em back up
it in your hands
Rub your ass all up on it cause you know that I want it
God gave you beauty and you love to flaunt it
Life is a song, you were born
tint up balck Benz
With that yellow plate look
Never occur to yuh
Dem a jacket and tie while yuh di goroo
Live your life to di fullest
And never yuh do
Then put ya hands up
We gon' tear up the buildin'
This is the anthem
Yes, yes, y'all, I ain't been playing around
I've been kicking it like Rick James
think that shit is lethal
Well hello there mr. Evil
Or ms. Evil
Nowadays i can't even call them by their pronouns
Is getting more sensitive so i think
couldn't see it coming
I never jumped the gun
I'm caught up in the moment
I guess it wasn't love
Damn, why did I put the knife in your hand?
Stuck around
Put your hands up to the ceiling
Everybody get down if you feel me
Come and put your hands up to the ceiling
Everybody get down if you feel me
Put
calendar
Just thought I'd remind all you challengers
Get the name right, BKMC, Talib Kweli, say it again
Get your hands in the air (get 'em up)
Put
the waist up, I don't take drugs
Baby, what you call it? (Woo)
What you hidin' skeletons, all up in your closet? (Woo)
You exotic, open up, let me come
(hey yo)
And everybody just clap your hands (hey yo)
You end up, underneath my sneaker
You're dog doo-doo, I'm watching you get weaker
You can't
I know they got a spot for you nigga
Yeah, put your hands in the air
Put your hands in the air
Put your hands in the air
Nigga freeze, put your
ma'
Im gonna give it to you mami (To you mami)
I want everybody to put your hands up in the air
(Put your hands in the air, put your hands in the air)
Hand huh! Cross that man
Cause I’ma put the gun in his
Hand huh! Cross that man
I’ma put the fence in the
Sand huh! Climb that fence
I’ma put the fence
Got my dawg on Eukanuba
Put a shot through your medulla
I don't hate you moolies
Just an addict for the moolah
To my cash rulers
Never give a package
Put your hands up to the ceiling
Everybody get down if you feel me
Come and put your hands up to the ceiling
Everybody get down if you feel me
Put
to the wall, keep your hands where I can see'em (see'em)
You messed around and got caught up, best believe it (yep)
Back again, drive-bys, gunshot wounds
And if
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