| Put 'em up
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| Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up
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| Put 'em up
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| Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up
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| Hands up! |
| Shorty, when you party with me
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| We goin' way past quarter to three
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| (I say hands up!) I’m good in the VIP
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| I got my hammer right here with me
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| (I say hands up!) You know when you party with crooks
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| You gotta learn to respect the jux
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| (I say hands up!) Everything ain’t cool as the fame
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| And this shit ain’t as sweet as it looks (I say hands up!)
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| You know I’m puttin' something on me
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| Right before I leave outta the car (We came to party)
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| You go tough talkin' at me
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| You gon' leave out the club wit a scar (We came to party)
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| We pop bottles like it’s all free
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| 'Fore I leave, I’mma buy out the bar (We came to party)
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| You gon' order whatchu want, it’s on me
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| I’m a G, take a look at a star (We came to party)
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| It feels so good to live sucka free
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| I’m soakin' it all up while your girl’s suckin' me
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| It mean the world to her, it’s nuttin' but a nut to me
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| Look miss, get a grip or let a mothafucker be
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| I’m a rap star, who 'posed to be ridin' around in that car
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| Two in the front, in the back got the plasma
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| This ain’t a free ride, you gotta have the gas ma
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| I wouldn’t buy a chick a pump that got asthma
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| And I’m busy so I move a bit faster
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| You can’t tell me yes if I don’t ask ya, huh
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| I’m a bastard, damn near chauvinist, hand over the plastic
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| Cause they wanna see ya man go in the casket
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| Rule number one: keep ya gun or get ya ass hit
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| And that’s it, lights off and ya body stiff
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| By the same niggas you used to party with
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| Yea
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| I cruise through the strip, 22's on the whip, new Ruger on the hip
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| Thousand dollar outfit, never stooge never slip
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| Follow rules or get whipped, nigga move or get hit
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| I don’t care who’s on the strip
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| It ain’t only the Ferrari now, the jewels got 'em sick
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| Now it’s 2006, I need a new bottom miss
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| It’s a’ight, they can talk, I’m amused by the pricks
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| I’m the news out the bricks, nigga, who’s hot as this?
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| I bet the mansion and the swimming pool got 'em pissed
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| I ain’t a cuddler, I fuck the drool outta chick
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| My niggas ice-grill, but it ain’t the same
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| They don’t see the faces, they just see the chains like
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| OOH when ya get 'em, they don’t know you with me
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| They probably think the bouncers at the front door frisk me
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| This regular shit, the everyday mentality
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| They charged up, don’t make me put in the battery
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| Put 'em up
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| Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up
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| Put 'em up
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| Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Hands Up, artist - Lloyd Banks. Album song Rotten Apple, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп