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Tytuł: Put your hands up

  • Wykonawca: Eightball
  • Wy¶wietleń: 277

  
   [EightBall]
  Yeah
  All my playa niggaz throw your hands up
  And all my thug niggaz throw your guns up
  Weak niggaz give your funds up, to these hoes
  Distance your foes, and stay up on your toes
  I love this game, but its not the NBA
  It be me and MJ, doin' shit the playa way
  Daily smokin' hay
  The time on my Roly, tellin' me I'm gonna make cheese like Kobe
  Did what the real niggaz showed me, and shook the phonies
  Hooked the honies, lookin' like I got some money
  Ain't it funny, they diss you when you lookin' bunny
  But she your honey, when your stuff shrimps in her tummy
  I just call it how I see it, non-fictional
  Deliver the bomb shit, straight irresistable
  Without a pistol, I'll make you put your hands up
  So everybody in the place put your hands up
  Chorus
  Stompin', and pimpin' and mackin' and actin'
  Bad when a nigga rappin'
  Get your hands up, let me see the big butts
  We don't wanna see nothin' but the big butts
  Thug niggaz if you feel me bust
  No matter where you at pull your shit out and bust
  Thug niggaz if you feel me bust
  No matter where you at pull your shit out and bust
  Yeah, first to bringin' the pain
  And you better bring a Hertz too
  Southern voodoo brewed up to curse you
  May even hurt you, born into violence
  Streets a pilot, flyin' rhymes over cloudy beats
  50 thousand feet above what you thought I was
  Just a scrub, not good enough to get your love
  I came with acrobatic tongue tactics
  Parental advisory because my shit is graphic
  Tatooed on your memory that fat Tennesee MC
  Comin' out hard, they call me Mr. B-I-G
  But not because of my size, you better recognize
  I'm do or die, when you talk about my green guys
  Warn the citizens, the killers on the loose again
  Gone off of 'lucigens, clownin' in the big Benz
  All I wanna do is make a nigga get bucked
  So get up, and get your mothafuckin' hands up
  Chorus
  [MJG]
  Throw your hands in the smoke, cause there's smoke in the air
  Get close to me, I'll contact your ass like a flare
  As you stare, nigga you gonna come to term with what you see
  A primitive example of the shit you want to be
  And I ain't gonna be
  Persuaded, by blue sueded shoe wearin'
  Slick gun bitches, who get paid quick
  Trick niggaz stop all of that trickin' and shit
  If she come with a price tag, fuck that bitch
  Why should you switch?
  From one hoe, and love 'em all
  Cause she could suck the flavor out a dick?
  Hell nah
  One thing you gotta know about a woman
  Big dicks will be the reason for some shit known to get that pussy
  comin'
  Now who I be, before the G, MJ
  Nigga I ain't tryin' to high side
  But have a nice day
  Like a, get a way girl
  I get hips to watch
  I'm takin' applications
  Look at all the traffic you stopped
  Chorus X2