- 8Ball & MJG Throw Your Hands Up 歌詞
- 8Ball & MJG
- [** feat. OutKast:]
[8Ball:]
*************, I aint got nothing but time, so Ima get out on these cuts*
And grind, keep my mind on cloud twenty-nine
My player ways keep me with plenty dimes,
See Ima *************ne like all six of my gold teeth,
When a ************* get through cooking up, this O-Z,
All night on the block til the sun rise,
My only friend is a glock with the 4-5
Four five in the mornin it dont stop,
Day dreamin bout flousin tha drop top, (woop)
Blue lights snap me back to reality
I hit the alley quick and toss what I got on me
Tricks aint got *************t to do but harass,
Search tha ************* and took about a three in cash,
I guess thats better than gettin locked up,
Or gettin jammed with that *************t I had rocked up, huh!
[ Chorus:]
Now I heard that the South is where yo folks from,
Down in the bottoms where they broke some,
Whips cross a ************* back , way back,
And now they wonder why we act, how we act,
Gold teeth and heavy chevys, and talking slow,
Afros & loud ass Italian clothes,
People bar-be- quein in the front yard
Money from the first of the month card!
[8Ball:]
If anybody out their hear me get ya hands up,
If anybody out their feel me get ya hands up,
If anybody out their hear me get ya hands up,
If anybody out their feel me get ya hands up!
[MJG:]
I got a maid cooking grits, with a, outfit,
So tight my *************s wanna stay the whole nite
Dice game in the kitchen, *************, T. Lee
************* drunk singin sounding like tha Bee Gees
Ham samich in the driveway, drop top
Naked women in tha den playing, hop scotch
Thirty bustas in my yard, they be, long gone
So hit me and Ima keep my, phone on
I be out turning corners, dranking, one fifth
Got some scratches on my rims, cause of one dip
Met a broad yesterday, she hit me, ten times,
If I diss her itll take a ************* ten lines
MJG standing tall and I, wont fold
You can have all the *******, cause I, dont hold
On to any woman like a human hand cuff
You got ya hair down baby ************* it, stand up!
[Repeat Chorus:]
[8Ball:]
If anybody out their hear me get ya hands up ,
If anybody out their feel me get ya hands up,
If anybody out their hear me get ya hands up,
If anybody out their feel me get ya hands up!
[Big Boi: ]
How many flows can I compose, I drop this slang like lyrical bows,
Stickin out just like an OUTKAST, over thornt from StimmerGroves,
Like nachos, the lyrics are crispy, crackin when yall bite,
Been had a coke and a smile, now Im trippin off Yak & Sprite,
Yall just might seem to skunk out, with a girl who chunked out,
Below the Mason-Dixon line, real ** ***********s know what Im talkin about,
From Texas, Atlanta, oh man, Alabama, Savannah,
The deeper the darker tha dirty south is what Im after,
No laughter, the content of the rhyme may be contagious
The Space Age is pimpin this, players comin major,
They shotthe psycho that sprayed, cut ya wife and played her
The player the B.I.G, B.O.I, **** boy rhyme maker,
Beats by the layers, of music right here to please you,
But if aint that dirty then patna see we dont need you,
You know Im talkin bout
OutKast, Eightball, MJG on yall punk mother*******s!
[Repeat Chorus:]
[8Ball:]
If anybody out their hear me get ya hands up,
If anybody out their feel me get ya hands up,
If anybody out their hear me get ya hands up,
If anybody out their feel me get ya hands up!
[Andre Benjamin:]
You wouldnt understand, if you stood under it (ooh),
Its like the more that I talk to you tha dumber that I get,
The closer that I walk to you, the further that we stand,
Apart distance, nobody has the upper hand but my bodies resistance,
So now, throw your filangies in tha ground,
Im still abound, un-believers stay from hell around
I found negatives *************s they only keep ya down,
Transmitting from Native American burial grounds
I carry around, the weight of all worlds on my shoulderpads
Um post ta blast space invaders up somebodys dad
Serious as Aa-Bb-Cc, if knowledge be the key then
But it roasted on the porch, and wait for ya momma to get off work
So she can roast yo ass, either to finda open window fast
Word to the mother*******, word to the mother**** ***
Word to the mother*******!
[Repeat Chorus:]
[8Ball:]
If anybody out their hear me get ya hands up,
If anybody out their feel me get ya hands up,
If anybody out their hear me get ya hands up,
If anybody out their feel me get ya hands up!
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