Lyrics:
Put your hands up in the air, put your hands up in the air
Put your hands up in the air, put your hands up in the air
Put your hands up in the air,
the mob
Put up the fight, own the job
Tell em' godfather
Turn on your funk motor
Get down and praise the lord
Get sexy sexy
Get funky and dance
want to see
all the haze
but everywhere
looks the same
where did we go
to feel this way
where did we go
Put up your shades now
Put up a face now
Put up
the mob
Put up the fight, own the job
Tell em' godfather
Turn on your funk motor
Get down and praise the lord
Get sexy sexy
Get funky and dance
put us to the test
We line up the shot, precision in our eyes
Every putt a challenge, every hole a prize
The ball rolls smoothly, through windmills
can do the things you do
Someone can save you
You're scared of the way it goes sometimes in the night
When it gets the best of you, you put up
of you
You put up a fight
Someone's goin' to rescue you
And make it right
Someone's goin' to rescue you
Someone's goin' to rescue you
Someone's goin'
the battle call
It puts my back up
Puts my back up against the wall
Sunday, Bloody Sunday
Sunday, Bloody Sunday
Sunday, Bloody Sunday, Sunday, Bloody
a what
So put 'em up , so put 'em up (put 'em up)
Highclass playa's don't give a what
Eastside playa's don't give a what
Westside playa's don't give
Back it up, back it up
You got it, you got it
Put your hands up, put your hands up, put your hands up
You got it, you got it
Drive back baby to me,
Farewell martyr
Whipping flame
We will put up our red flags and cry
In bright colored plastic chairs
Beneath the towers, catching the higher
Put Your Fucking Hands Up
Put Your Put Your Put
Put Your Fucking Hands Up
Put Your Put Your Put
Put Your Fucking Hands Up
Put Your Put Your Put
together
Learned my lesson well
I had to put up a fight, to make it right
Freedom's ringing like the sound of a bell
Victim of circumstance
One more
Put your fucking hands up!
Everybody stand up!
Put your fucking hands up!
Common!
alone,
It make you feel so good,
When your baby lyin' down in your arms.
The little room was so small,
I couldn't even put up no cookin' stove,
The little
alone,
It make you feel so good,
When your baby lyin' down in your arms.
The little room was so small,
I couldn't even put up no cookin' stove,
The little
Mama, please let me go to the show
I dig those bad boys playing that rock and roll
No way, son, you can't go out tonight
So I got real upset, put
We got up early,
Washed our faces,
Walked the fields
Put up crosses.
Passed through
The damned mountains,
Went hellwards,
And some of us
think everything's done
And I've won the races I've run
People will put up walls
And there'll still be obstacles
When I've
Learned all what thought was
on put your ones up
If you're putting in a hundred put your ones up, ones up
If you know that this is something, put your ones up, ones up
If you really
La Latino The Clock Don t Stop, Put Your Hands Up to The, DJ; Put Your Hands Up to The DJ.
can't see anymore
Reasons that I want to put up
With someone like that
Think of every time she lied and left me dying on the floor
Only thing that I can
Put your hands, put your hands up
always use his bullshit excuse
But I see what he's been doin' to you
Why'd you put up with that shit?
Why'd you go back for that kiss?
Maybe it
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