Get your hands up, get your hands up Get your hands up, get your hands up Get your hands up, get your hands up Get your hands up, get your hands up Get
all night Get your hands up get your hands up Get your hands up get your hands up Get your hands up get your hands up Get your hands up get your hands up
your hands up with me all night Get your hands up get your hands up Get your hands up get your hands up Get your hands up get your hands up Get your hands up
with this swagger Feel the banana, will squeeze the hammer I see your forehead, it will see the handle Will eat your money, will feed your ama- amal,
you could feel the hatred, taste it It's your blood, when we show blood, we murderers (murdaraz) We throw slugz, we huselazz (huselazz) we sell drugz And tell thugz live it up
repeat Chorus again while Xzibit raps*} If y'all ain't givin a fuck like Xzibit ain't givin a fuck then just throw your hands up Double time, two times
the set? The Ice will And once I'm in effect it's overkill Kinda like a hold-up, all the tickets sold up And then the black stretch limo cold rolls up
ladies say Yeah, the go-go girls say Hey, I got myself a sponsor Say hey Yeah, to fill up a drink for me Yeah, to fill up my tank for me Yeah, to put
them back, I don't quite Understand how you can sit in my house On your ass, got ends to get your hair done But can't buy your own grass oh girl Whatchya
(Kanye West) Party people in the place to be You are now in the midst of a real MC Throw your hands in the air if you real as me Oooooooooooh (Kid Cudi
up Without no further a due I give you Yung Berg and Twista, let's get it in Where do we go from here? Now that all of the children are grown up And
songs on my radio ain't ghetto enough Shutted 'em up with the tank in the cut, I'm sweated to bust Dub C'zy, fo'ever, gettin 'em up Hands down I'm the
for) [Gangsta] I got fifty in your hand when you land, so get here Stop and drop, you won't have to sit here Niggas is lined up, so keep mine tough Back
your wrist Make you satanistic, make you take the pistol to your face And place the clip and cock it back And let it go until your brains are rippin out Your
, we're money in the bank, Its golden and swollen and rollin like a tank, Battleaxe warriors, take your positions, Y'all too skrawny for the weight
your bitches, pretty-ass bitch nigga I'll throw some fucked up kicks on Next is a small tank top, the spot, shot it up Beat you in your face wit a rope
at WhatWhat Where my whordies at WhatWhat Bounce, shake Lets do this Throw your hands up, from my circle yard stand up Get crunk, everybody keep dem hands up
psychadelic I don't sell it I spill it out, and tell it so angelic My rap gat makes your brain splat Blow up, everything that's holdin up your hat
