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Where Darby at?
If you at Greystone gettin’ your drink on, tell ‘em to run this back
Put your hands up in the air, got the call from Will.I.Am
Now it’s
Where Darby at?
If you at Greystone gettin’ your drink on, tell ‘em to run this back
Put your hands up in the air, got the call from Will.I.Am
Now it’s
[Intro]

Turn on the faucet...mm-hmm
Uh-huh (x5)
You and you throw your hands up
If you in the back come on, throw your hands up
If you in the front,
trucks, big whips, Whip up
Black see for you only got my back, shut your lips up!
Do it, turn it up, wow!, we gon' burn it up
Take another pull and pass
hands in the air and yo, go
Rakim will do the rest of this slow
If I speed they know they'll blow the hell up
If I slow up, catch up, hell no

Wicked as I
there like a mime and let the chance pass by
Back of my mind he could change your life
With all these beats I did at least let him hear it
At least you
Standin' there like a mime and let the chance pass by
Back of my mind, he could change your life

With all these beats I did, at least let him hear
sippin', throw your hands in the sky
All of my, people (people), keep it (keep it), goin' (wassup)
You little sucka' fucka' tryna keep it a secret but we
hands in the air and yo, go
Rakim will do the rest of this slow
If I speed they know they'll blow the hell up
If I slow up, catch up, hell no

Wicked as I
Yo remix by my man Allstar, check this out
B-b-b-bounce money bounce, only one things counts, huh
And I'm here to announce
The flex, the X when
slapped her
You know you blew up when the women rush the stands
And try to touch your hands but I need me a man
This guy at White Castle asked for my
Yo remix by my man Allstar, check this out
B-b-b-bounce money bounce, only one things counts, huh
And I'm here to announce
The flex, the X when
gettin' dusty in the cellar
I throw my shit deeper than Jeff Hostettler
So yo what you got, 'cause God damn it's hot
It's the alkaholik rhymer up in your
the rhythm

Now, throw you hands in the air and yo, go
Rakim will do the rest of this slow
If I speed they know you'll blow the hell up
If I slow up, catch up
tellin herself
Rather fuck around with a felon, more love smellin
Fendi bag high-willie in jag, gorilla mag
Blow you out the back, throw your broke ass
tellin herself
Rather fuck around with a felon, more love smellin
Fendi bag high-willie in jag, gorilla mag
Blow you out the back, throw your broke ass
tellin herself
Rather fuck around with a felon, more love smellin
Fendi bag high-willie in jag, gorilla mag
Blow you out the back, throw your broke ass