state the business} {You know what I want y'all to do?} Do your thing, do your thing, uhh {I said put your hands in the motherfuckin air - where?} {Put your hands
put your hands in the motherfuckin air - right} {Put your hands in the motherfuckin air - c'mon, c'mon} {BITCH!} Uhh {BITCH!} Uhh uhh {BITCH!} Uhh {BITCH!} Uhh uhh [LL Cool J
Перевод: Ll Cool J. Put Your Hands Up.
shit out of nazis You claim you want to put in work Plotting to blow up a church See you devils are all the same You’ll gun down a congregation in jesus
Young Guido Hauling Vito, we play a tune sweeter than ?Bedito? With my Three 6 niggas hoeing up in my southern creedo Quick fast, we'll put it on your
get allot of that, I get allot of that Put your hands in the air, if you get allot of that If you get allot of that, I get allot of that Put your hands
it rain, we get rained on together it's whatever, you shine, I shine, I know you got a 9-5 I'll be your 5-9! [J. Cole - Chorus] [J. Cole - Verse 2]
keep it up ) Now give it up for (strangers) (x8) Ben J Spotlight you think your all that, aye what about Langston trying to go to the power 106 games acting like your
at you) And it's a two-sided mirror that you're lookin through (you're lookin through) The phone receiver's in your hand starin at your child (child) And your
a war zone My homies is inmates, and most of them dead wrong Full grown, finally a man, just scheamin' on ways To put some green inside the palms of my empty hands
goin' I?m gon put you up on this here 'cause youse not knowin' Let me take a little time out to holler at ya You go get your partners 'cause I?m fit
up, we John Blazin', Don up in the line up J-J-J-John Blaze Ja-Ja-ah-John Bla-Blaze J-Ja-J-Ja, John Blaze Johnny Blaze, ain't a damn thing changed
's some joyful bars, to replace your sorrow I'm beyond a legend, I'm iconic Fall off, rebuild, your man's bionic Put your trust in me, I never let you down I always come up
the G.O.A.T. Go 'head do your two step wit your hand in your coat playa You are now Rocking wit the G.O.A.T. Throw your hands in the air try to wave away
is inmates, and most of them dead wrong Full grown, finally a man, just scheamin on ways to put some green inside the palms of my empty hands Just picture
After all that hard work (Kid Capri) Clap your hands to the beat, C'mon, just clap your hands to the beat Freak it now (LL Cool J) One of the biggest
taking over your bitch Coming over your shit Got my feet up on you sofas, man I mean a hostess for my open hand You coming home to dishes and empty soda cans I got your bitch up