Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Put Your Hands Up, artist - 8Ball. Date of issue: 18.05.1998
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Put Your Hands Up |
| Yeah |
| All my playa niggas throw your hands up |
| And all my thug niggas throw your guns up |
| Weak niggas give your funds up, to these hoes |
| Distance your foes, and stay up on your toes |
| I love this game, but its not the NBA |
| It be me and MJ, doin' shit the playa way |
| Daily smokin' hay |
| The time on my Roly, tellin' me I’m gonna make cheese like Kobe |
| Did what the real niggas showed me, and shook the phonies |
| Hooked the honies, lookin' like I got some money |
| Ain’t it funny, they diss you when you lookin' bunny |
| But she your honey, when your stuff shrimps in her tummy |
| I just call it how I see it, non-fictional |
| Deliver the bomb shit, straight irresistable |
| Without a pistol, I’ll make you put your hands up |
| So everybody in the place put your hands up |
| Stompin', and pimpin' and mackin' and actin' |
| Bad when a nigga rappin' |
| Get your hands up, let me see the big butts |
| We don’t wanna see nothin' but the big butts |
| Thug niggas if you feel me bust |
| No matter where you at pull your shit out and bust |
| Thug niggas if you feel me bust |
| No matter where you at pull your shit out and bust |
| Yeah, first to bringin' the pain |
| And you better bring a Hertz too |
| Southern voodoo brewed up to curse you |
| May even hurt you, born into violence |
| Streets a pilot, flyin' rhymes over cloudy beats |
| 50 thousand feet above what you thought I was |
| Just a scrub, not good enough to get your love |
| I came with acrobatic tongue tactics |
| Parental advisory because my shit is graphic |
| Tatooed on your memory that fat Tennesee MC |
| Comin' out hard, they call me Mr. B-I-G |
| But not because of my size, you better recognize |
| I’m do or die, when you talk about my green guys |
| Warn the citizens, the killers on the loose again |
| Gone off of 'lucigens, clownin' in the big Benz |
| All I wanna do is make a nigga get bucked |
| So get up, and get your mothafuckin' hands up |
| Throw your hands in the smoke, cause there’s smoke in the air |
| Get close to me, I’ll contact your ass like a flare |
| As you stare, nigga you gonna come to term with what you see |
| A primitive example of the shit you want to be |
| And I ain’t gonna be |
| Persuaded, by blue sueded shoe wearin' |
| Slick gun bitches, who get paid quick |
| Trick niggas stop all of that trickin' and shit |
| If she come with a price tag, fuck that bitch |
| Why should you switch? |
| From one hoe, and love 'em all |
| Cause she could suck the flavor out a dick? |
| Hell nah |
| One thing you gotta know about a woman |
| Big dicks will be the reason for some shit known to get that pussy comin' |
| Now who I be, before the G, MJ |
| Nigga I ain’t tryin' to high side |
| But have a nice day |
| Like a, get a way girl |
| I get hips to watch |
| I’m takin' applications |
| Look at all the traffic you stopped |