Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Hands Up, artist - Lloyd Banks. Date of issue: 24.04.2010
Song language: English
Hands Up |
| Put 'em up |
| Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up |
| Put 'em up |
| Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up |
| Hands up! |
| Shorty, when you party with me |
| We goin' way past quarter to three |
| (I say hands up!) I’m good in the VIP |
| I got my hammer right here with me |
| (I say hands up!) You know when you party with crooks |
| You gotta learn to respect the jux |
| (I say hands up!) Everything ain’t cool as the fame |
| And this shit ain’t as sweet as it looks (I say hands up!) |
| You know I’m puttin' something on me |
| Right before I leave outta the car (We came to party) |
| You go tough talkin' at me |
| You gon' leave out the club wit a scar (We came to party) |
| We pop bottles like it’s all free |
| 'Fore I leave, I’mma buy out the bar (We came to party) |
| You gon' order whatchu want, it’s on me |
| I’m a G, take a look at a star (We came to party) |
| It feels so good to live sucka free |
| I’m soakin' it all up while your girl’s suckin' me |
| It mean the world to her, it’s nuttin' but a nut to me |
| Look miss, get a grip or let a mothafucker be |
| I’m a rap star, who 'posed to be ridin' around in that car |
| Two in the front, in the back got the plasma |
| This ain’t a free ride, you gotta have the gas ma |
| I wouldn’t buy a chick a pump that got asthma |
| And I’m busy so I move a bit faster |
| You can’t tell me yes if I don’t ask ya, huh |
| I’m a bastard, damn near chauvinist, hand over the plastic |
| Cause they wanna see ya man go in the casket |
| Rule number one: keep ya gun or get ya ass hit |
| And that’s it, lights off and ya body stiff |
| By the same niggas you used to party with |
| Yea |
| I cruise through the strip, 22's on the whip, new Ruger on the hip |
| Thousand dollar outfit, never stooge never slip |
| Follow rules or get whipped, nigga move or get hit |
| I don’t care who’s on the strip |
| It ain’t only the Ferrari now, the jewels got 'em sick |
| Now it’s 2006, I need a new bottom miss |
| It’s a’ight, they can talk, I’m amused by the pricks |
| I’m the news out the bricks, nigga, who’s hot as this? |
| I bet the mansion and the swimming pool got 'em pissed |
| I ain’t a cuddler, I fuck the drool outta chick |
| My niggas ice-grill, but it ain’t the same |
| They don’t see the faces, they just see the chains like |
| OOH when ya get 'em, they don’t know you with me |
| They probably think the bouncers at the front door frisk me |
| This regular shit, the everyday mentality |
| They charged up, don’t make me put in the battery |
| Put 'em up |
| Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up |
| Put 'em up |
| Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up |