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
Übersetzung: 8ball. Put Your Hands Up.
can squeeze your lil hand gun till you run out And you can run for your back up If them machine gun shells don't tear your back up God's on your side
I do) (I'm of the)hood (This the remix) And if you feel me put your hands up Hood(put em up, put em up, put em up) My hood niggas can you feel me(I gave
Walk over to ya man, pull the cash out Put it in my hand, watch a nigga mash out Walk back to your car, with your ass out Fuck a ghostwriter, nigga down
hear it for New York, New York, New York One hand in the air for the big city Streetlights, big dreams, all lookin' pretty No place in the world that could compare Put your
a holy Bible in my hand, but for what? Like Jim Kelly said, "You try to set me up?" Shit... I'm too slick for your lies in disguise When will you devils
tint Tryin to get our hands on some dollars and cents And fools can't hold us Every chance we get, we hittin up the rollers Comin up short of the green
New York, Neeeew Yooorrrkkkk [Bridge: Alicia Keys] One hand in the air for the big city Street lights, big dreams, all lookin' pretty No place in the world that could compare Put your
Black luxe, Stop it I shouldn't be so popular Name keep poppin' up Face keep poppin' up On the tube I'm just watchin' Pacquaio box 'em up How would I
on 'em, Ya gotta wash your hands up and get clean on 'em Somebody told me that success was the best revenge, So they gonna be fuct up; when you do your
with sinners and second hand cheap sex To gettin much respect from top record execs The cool Kid's claimin up to call you out So shut up now or put my balls in your
the track up Rippin rappers, 8 sack, rippin that ass up Niggas back up when I attack with my axe up Swingin faster than Tiger Woods at The Masters (FORE
G At night we steppin scandlous tryin to party with the skirts wit a glass in your hand, time to put in work the Eastside steady dippin plenty drama
We're all goin down drinkin nasty 8 Ball This girl named Sue, came to visit you She bought her pipe and her cocaine too You said, "What's up Sue, can
on the corner and you hide your stash You put it on a tree or on the grass And when the cars roll by [?] (Put your hands in the air) and go: "What you