Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Hands in the Air, artist - AZ. Album song Aziatic, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.2001
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Universal Music
Song language: English
Hands in the Air |
We surfaced consumer’s pre-purchase |
Guess who’s back on the charts and he’s nervous |
Elite service, amongst men that beat murders |
Fish-fillet lover, brother, don’t eat burgers |
Rap slowest, those that hold the gats know this |
Biblical facts I’m about to re-enact Moses |
Uh huh |
Misery’s back, I’m calligraphy on niggery tracks |
Epidemy, it’s seems like most consider me that, literally |
It’s like wizardry with me and the raps |
And getting rid of me, somebody’s insecurity lacks |
Lucid, never biting or track boosting, it’s too confusing |
I supply what the fiends shooting |
Front’s is needed, I was once young and anemic |
'Till I found a few players to team with |
When the song come on hands in the air (4x) |
I’m like the spring in a .45 colt pistol |
Know the initials I gleam like a coke crystal |
With most fickle, too serious to joke with you |
Weak lungs was too laid-back to blow whistles |
Far away and two cellphones with calls waiting |
Parlaying two red-bones and I’m more patient |
Spreeing on the form’s fragrance |
Leaving stores on every floor evermore vacant |
We all chasing the thoughts of assort places |
Bringing serenity back from all the court cases |
And lost races, chose to expose little |
Rap rugal, cockback smack your screw’s loose |
Axe Noodles rose amongst who ever |
A Jewel tellers smooth fellas |
Elders schooled me to do better |
When the song come on hands in the air (4x) |
O’s kept, dice out, no bets |
Lights out, I’m a Vet, y’all no threat |
Piped out, something stretch, it’s cold sex |
Nice house, run around, in old sweats |
Can’t see me, don’t try it, can’t be me |
Won’t tire, y’all cowards can’t leave me |
Locked in, flow-wise I’m top ten |
Hop in, low-ride, I’m not him |
Hold heavy, it’s hot, hope glow’s ready |
So deadly, this is not Hov' and Kelly |
We hog tie 'em, nothing’s plated, dark iron |
The god’s rhyming, thru the conduit the car’s flying |
Coke wit it, the doe did it, hoes get it |
Unstable, still able to blow digits |
When the song come on hands in the air (5.5x) |