Lyrics:
up,
Please don’t make me type this all out.
If you don’t get it by now girl I can’t help you,
Put your hands up.
Now it’s slower, aw yeah that’s
hands up one time
Let me see your, let me see your hands up one time
Let me see your, let me see your hands up
Hands up, hands up
Let me see your hands up
(Infinite):
Looking like a bag
Smelling like a bag..
Sell it by the bag
You can tell it by the swag..
They ain't fucking with me
You can tell it how I brag
it can't deny it in the tiots was a looter
Used to hang with drive by shooters, stick 'em up for Honda scooters
Never was a scholar, make you throw
know I rep' this shit,
I got my hands up on your chest,
Motherfuckers best believe it,
That you're fuckin' with the best
I'm not your boyfriend, baby,
I
the pitbulls
For fistfuls of dollars and cents, we empty pistols
Plotting out elaborate scams to get our hands on some
Lofts of land or maybe, thoughts of plans
Take what you want, tie they a** up
Just don't, get, no, blood on the dope
Just don't, get, no, blood on the dope
Bring it back all white
Yeah
Oh you turn up? Get the red cup
Let's go let's go there's no time to wait that's for certain
Get this shit on lock now Patrick Surtain
Hold up
[CHORUS:]
Man I run this rap shit
Get your hands up high, hands up high, hands up high
Rest in piece to Biggie Smalls
Get your hands up high, hands
I'm talking 20s on the table lil bitch
Fill up my cup before you ask for a tip
My eggs look a little cold what the fuck is this
She brought me
hand none niggaz no credit, you see I'm iller than most
I'm kinda illy with the hands, but I'm iller with toast
My guns go pow, so how you like me now?
Rudolf, and Pitbull, they gon' help you sing this song.
I love just who you are,
I ain't gon' try to change ya.
You are a shooting Star,
That's why you are
Pitbull's you
Hand with you shit soon
I got issues mentally challenged
You stay focused try to avoid violence
You know what I be
You got a problem come with
n*****s
He's a spit in the face for pitbull and bite n*****s
Matter of fact, I kinda like this cat for a white n*****
Get your hands up against
It's a different species, meet me in DC
Let's party on the White House lawn
Tiger woods times Jesse James
Equals Pitbull all night long
Wake up
it when they jiggle it like J-Lo
Scodie get them bizzle wiggle it like "Hello!"
Why do we die? Hands up to the sky
Roll it up, now we smoke, smoke,
Verse 1 [Spice 1] bailin out the cut wit 2 dime pieces,
keep killas like pitbulls on leashes,
aint no muthafuckin suckas,
nigga my soilders elite,
the reason why your girl, keep jocking me
Got too many hands, pulling on Big Moe
But ain't too many hands, that Big Moe get thoed
See I was born, all by
me out man Judas Iscariots
It really be the people close to you and that there's whats the scariest
Done cut so many people off with one hand I could
they get krazy (everybody put there hands up right now)
Mexicano they get krazy (everybody)
Now jump up let's get krazy (jump) (jump) (jump) (jump)
they get krazy (everybody put there hands up right now)
Mexicano they get krazy (everybody)
Now jump up let's get krazy (jump) (jump) (jump) (jump)
Fire on my hip, when im movin around
You know me, I come from the shit sewer
I used to post up by the strip store
Jugging til' I run out and go get more
broke
Got my aim from the scope, got the game by the throat, damn
Okay, you popped up on me by surprise (yeah, yeah)
You see I never took you for
body's stiff
By the same niggas you used to party with
Hands up shorty when you party with me, we goin' way past quarter to three (I said Hands Up
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