Lyrics:
said, "Don't mind the little voices" (whoa)
What's sharper? Spikes or Mr. Carter
I ride for this shit like a knight in shining armor
I pile up them
a price we had to pay
Dear Mr. President
You and your friends you all are crooks
Sellin out the poor man
The soldiers lives are took
I can't see no
Throw it up fosho! Okay!
Nigga you scared to represent your click
I ain't never scared to rеpresent shit!
Goons on deck, tattеd up and
Ready for a fighter
to the Roc)
This is the last call for alcohol, for the
(Mr. Rockefeller)
So get your ass up off the wall
The all around the world Digital Underground Pac
catch a groove)
Mr. Lover, Mr. Lover
Chorus
Shaggy (Janet):
Girlie, girlie
You woke up a real love machine
Girlie, girlie
I live to make your beat
the same, yeah
Throw your hands up
Put your hands up
Raise your hands up
Throw your hands up
Put your hands up
Raise your hands up
Yeah, okay
Growin' up in
Hands up, hands up
Uh, pass that weed to a real nigga
Your girl is my biggest fan, windmill nigga
Lil Tunechi in this bitch, where my skateboard?
I jack
Toby!
Throw the old woman out!
Company:
God, that’s good!
Mrs. Lovett:
What’s your pleasure, dearie?
No, we don’t cut slices.
Cor, me eyes is bleary!
you really gang then go ahead and throw your Blickz up
Call me Mr. Deuce 5th, Mr. Deuce 5th, Mr. Deuce 5th, Mr. Deuce 5th Call me Mr. Deuce 5th, Mr
what
Come, Mr. DJ, won't you turn the music up?
It goes one by one, even two by two
Everybody on the floor, let me show you how we do
Let's go, dip it
Holes wit' tampons, i'm serious
I've been plugged in like a landline
And I throw up my hands you
Just throwin' up hand signs
When the hand 9 by the Jimmy
Lil boy
Hush up don’t run ya mouth lil boy
You got too close in my space lil boy
Gotta smart ass mouth ease your pace lil boy
I’m why you here lil
money in one hand and say yeah
Throw that money in the air and say yeah (yeah)
Throw that money in one hand and say yeah
Throw that money in the air
money in one hand and say yeah
Throw that money in the air and say yeah (yeah)
Throw that money in one hand and say yeah
Throw that money in the air
and Terror Squad, you don't wanna see us
Ooh Weeh
Throw Ya Hands Up, Mr
Throw Ya Hands Up, Muzik
Throw Ya Hands Up, Hey
All of my people putcha your hands
cook the bacon
[Hook: Supa Bwe]
Run up on me in the ‘preme and I might kill an ape
And still rock Bape and still rep gang
And still throw signs while my
a couple ain't enough
Bottoms up, bottoms up, throw your hands up
Tell security we bout to tear this club up
Bottoms up, bottoms up, pocket full of green
talk to me and my mind go blank
Slit your throat, leave your body in a tank
Also by the way by tank I do mean barrel
I'm tryna smash Mr White's neighbor
smoke again
Ayo, who's that, it's Lil EZ
Back from the dead, eggs over easy all over his head
I can cook you an omelette and shove it down your throat
spill it all over the place
(Hold up, watch my shoes, I'm gettin' plenty money, how 'bout you?)
Baby, we throw so much bread to the point I'm exhausted
Man you hell of a pussy for
The shit you did last night
I could tell you nervous right now by
How you moving your hands right
Yeah please don't fuck
it up
Hands up
Don't leave me hangin when I hook it up
Hit your face with the Cali bass when I shook it up
So if you feel this
Throw your hands up high
the waist up, I don't take drugs
Baby, what you call it? (Woo)
What you hidin' skeletons, all up in your closet? (Woo)
You exotic, open up, let me come
Mr. DJ, won't you turn the music up?
It goes one by one, and two by two
Everybody on the floor, let me show you how we do
Let's go, dip it low,
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