Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Stick Up , by - Lil Rob. Release date: 20.10.2008
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Stick Up |
| Put your hands up |
| Put your hands up |
| Put your hands up |
| Put your hands up |
| Put your hands up (Lil' Rob) |
| Chorus: Lil' Rob |
| Put your hands up (Put 'em up) |
| Keep your hands up (Get 'em up) |
| Don’t you put 'em down, keep 'em up |
| Like a stick up (That's right) |
| Put your hands where I could see 'em |
| We make it bump in the club |
| I turn it up and start fucking it up |
| That’s what’s up |
| Put your hands up (Put 'em up) |
| Keep your hands up (Keep 'em up) |
| Don’t you put 'em down, keep 'em up |
| Like a stick up (That's right) |
| Put your hands where I could see 'em |
| We make it bump in the club |
| And I can keep the party poppin' like a .38 snub |
| Hey |
| Someone said, «Hey, Lil' Rob, bust a joint for the club» |
| How 'bout I |
| Just hit this joint and just start fuckin' it up (Fuckin' it up) |
| And what |
| Ever comes from that, comes from that, que no |
| I won’t stop til what I drop makes |
| Platinum dough (Yeah) |
| I got a platinum flow that you should already know |
| While the rhymes remind me of a comedy show |
| And we giggle and chuckle |
| Then start laughin' out loud |
| I’m the man with the mic |
| That could rock the crowd (That's right) |
| Tomorrow’s tomorrow, worry about it then |
| Take a hit of this, and never worry again (This) |
| From the highs up the mountains to the valley lows |
| From the rich suburbs to the barrio (To the barrio) |
| We likes to party so hard, you already know (You already know) |
| Should’ve been passed out about an hour ago |
| But I’m |
| Still goin' strong, and I got it goin' on, and |
| Probably won’t stop til early |
| Tomorrow mornin' |
| Repeat Chorus |
| Spittin' dope like cocaine, straight into your vein |
| Pour a dose, a little bit too much |
| Dope for your brain |
| Insane (Insane) |
| I kept it fuckin' loc, que no |
| I’m for reals, no one’s playin', I ain’t joking, holmes |
| The beats are bumpin' and I’m drinkin' somethin' (Yeah) |
| A lot of alcohol consumption |
| And I’m buzzin', still puffin' (Still puffin') |
| And I’ll keep going til I’m no longer knowin' |
| Who I am and I could no longer function (Fuck it) |
| Tomorrow’s tomorrow, worry about it then |
| Or we can do this tomorrow and never worry again (Yeah) |
| From the highs up the mountains to the valley lows |
| From the east coast back |
| To the Cali coast (That's right) |
| Put your, manos pa' arriba |
| High in the sky (High in the sky) |
| Reach for the cows, don’t put 'em down, homie, don’t even try |
| Let 'em fly (Let 'em fly) |
| Let’s get it bumpin' (Bumpin') |
| Let’s keep it jumpin' (Jumpin') |
| Let’s fuck up somethin' (Fuck up somethin') |
| Repeat Chorus |
| I might say, «This beat is off the chain,» let’s motherfuck a bump (Yeah) |
| You might say the same, or you might say, «This motherfucker’s crunk» |
| Either way, get up and get a move on |
| Get ya groove on |
| Put ya party shoes on, put your hands up to my new song |
| It’s been a little too long |
| Bionik, turn the juice on (Yeah) |
| I been in the dark |
| When somebody turn the luz on (Turn the light on) |
| Let’s keep it live all the way (Way) |
| Until they call |
| The juras, and the cops are on their way (Way) |
| Until my DJ gots nothin' else to play (Play) |
| Until Lil' Rob has nothin' else to say (Say) |
| But I’m a keep it |
| Goin' til I see the break of day (Yeah) |
| That’s just |
| How I do it, see the sun and then I break (And then I break) |
| Repeat Chorus |
| Yeah |
| Now keep ya hands up |
| Now put ya hands up |
| Like it’s a stick up |
| Bionik on the beat, man |
| Makin' that fucking shit bump |