Lyrics:
and lock down
Ain't no visualizin', like me now
Queen like drank, gotta stand my ground
Back up off me wit tha hands I clown
Slip-n-Slide on tha dump, if
(Raise the bar just like a luau)
Pull up throw a curve at em
Hate us, when they look, throw the bird at em
Nerve of em got a clique full of cons
I don't
Hay oh ah
Is you with me?
Well throw your hands in the air
All my thugs and soldiers
Fuck it even players
Whether you hate us or you show us
(Chorus: Spice 1)
Make me want to holler, throw up off my hands
(Welcome back to the ghetto)
Make me want to holler, wadin' through my life
(It's
Fuk it up bitch, Pick it up slow
Throw that ass in a circle
Pop it hard but don't hurt ya
Do it like ya went commercial
Throwing money just to work ya
the 40
He gone get rowdy
And ya don't want that shit
Cause it's gon' be naughty, by nature
Fuck a player hater
I'mma come through
And you know I'm down
the 40
He gone get rowdy
And ya don't want that shit
Cause it's gon' be naughty, by nature
Fuck a player hater
I'mma come through
And you know I'm down
huxtables
My income, stack it by the multiples
Know ya worth, these haters are gullible
The one in the mirror is lovable
(Yea) Now throw ya hands in the air
Throw that
Throw that ass with no hands
Hold uuppp
Why i see a Nîgga touching ass
With no bands
Hold on
What you doing
In the club
With no bands
By
it's Friday
Oh yeah, throw ya neighborhood in the air
If ya don't care
Oh yeah, throw ya neighborhood in the air
If ya don't care
Standin' outside
round and round, upside down
C'mon, yo, throw your hands c'mon
Bitch grab your tits c'mon
Let me know you in the spot
Bump your fists, c'mon
Thugs
round and round, upside down
C'mon, yo, throw your hands c'mon
Bitch grab your tits c'mon
Let me know you in the spot
Bump your fists, c'mon
Thugs
the chronic by the tree
"I love it when you call me big poppa"
Throw your hands in the air, if you'se a true player
"I love it when you call me big pop-pa"
(Where my niggas, where my niggas)
I know you wanna fuck (Where my niggas at?)
(All my real niggas throw
Your muthafuckin' hands up) let's be friends
Where
be done
In the real league nerd not the fantasy one
Throw your hands up, you can cheer for your boy
When I hit the stage get a ear full of noise
When I
probably getting facts from one of ya mans
You should always be watching one of ya hands
Could turn the Summer of Love, into Summer of Sam
David Berkowitz
on doin that we gone have to bus it out the back (Mmm)
Damn that ass phat
Property taxes on that?
Had to put my drink down I need two hands up on that
Its
the streets classy, in the sheets nasty aye
Love it when lil shawty shake them ass cheeks aye
Throw ya hands up if you a bad bih, aye
Run them bands up you
the chronic by the tree
"I love it when you call me big poppa"
Throw your hands in the air, if you'se a true player
"I love it when you call me big pop-pa"
Catfish fried up, Dirty South fed
Sleep in a cot'-picking Dirty South bed
Dirty South girls gimme Dirty South head
Hand me down flip-flops, hand me down
feelings away
Throw away, throw away, throw away
Throw away, throw away, throw away
And I've been up all night in my head till I fall
The thing that always
cause that shit up in me
If you still riding, let me see you put ya hands up
If you still rolling, gonu0027 head and throw ya Lu0027s up
And if you came
We got 100's on 100's on 100's on 100's you see that they banded up
Tha dope it's comin' it's comin' these razors keep cuttin' my hand up
You throw
my ladies pick one
And I bet you they love me when
I pull up in that Phantom
Yup I pull up in that ghost
No but I ain't Danny Phantom
Uh throw a couple
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