m fuckin wit y'all Run around telling niggas they can fuck wit parl I bring it to your high school, smoke the prom Put your brother in an air lock, choke your
Chorus:] Nigga try me son, he best have the heat on him! Want my eyes closed, get to moppin' the street with him! Well I put your body in a baaaaag! Front
out let it go Just freak out let it go You don't always have to do everything right Stand up for yourself And put up a fight Walk around with your hands up in the air
sung for your ugly twin head I`ll wipe the sweat off my face with your bloody scalp And watch your four eyes telling me that your dead Gathering speed
peeking and trying to give chase But you ain't never gonna catch me; I'm in your crawl space Schematics, blueprints and microfilm Calibrate your sonar when I'm in your
Leaping up into the air getting juiced up beyond belief And they were singing like this Winos throwing Frisbees at the sun Put my soul between a bun
We got the beat that 808 That the boom boom in your town [Fergie] People in the place If you wanna get down Put your hands in the air Will.i.
back on track I wet her hair and they still look more dead then alive To be allowed to break into a thousand pieces In her arms and in your hand Can
old school party got an old school party don't stop. So Dj drop my favourite joint and let me rock the mic. Now throw your hands high in the air, everybody
the way you, clap your hands, I like the way you, love to dance, I like the way you, put your hands up in the air, I like the way you, shake your hair
it Then turn around and flip it, shit on your whole album wit a snippet Run up on your lawyer for your contract then rip it Shame on your label, for
what Throw your hands in the air To my hip hop niggas Ya don’t stop To my niggas in the street Ya don’t stop To my niggas gettin money Say what Throw your hands
you always get down and (Taste it, taste it, taste it) Ladies! If you want your man to get down and (Taste it, taste it, taste it) Just throw your hands in the air
you want to wild out come inside from the left to the right lets coincide All night flipmode coming open wide Wave your hand up in the air until your hands
of you dudes that used to hang with the click Who runnin round makin the threats about how gangster you get You put your neck on the line, the YOU takin
the heat To that punk like fuck you gon' do when a nigga run up on you Put that (fire) to your ass, got you runnin out your own shoes (fire, fire, fire
kitchen Or just washing dishes Or dancin' for tuition With the big dreams and wishes Don't stop to listen Just keep tryin' to get it Cause you gon' get there Put your hands in the air
the Air man Grade A flow, but I gotta put the effort in Me and Xaphoon movin' up, we The Jeffersons Please bring my letters in, A-list, put this on your