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
Übersetzung: LL Cool J. Put Your Hands Up.
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 me rollin
seen, obviously I'm inspired Got love for all the friendships I've acquired Everybody put a hand up, put a hand up, hey, hey, hey Everybody put a hand up, put a hand up
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' name
girl Violent J she gets more then a smack To make sure she don't fuck around with guys no more I put her in a figure four Never say your sorry make your
a cat sneaks up from behind Check nine to your spine is what your able to find That pile yo is cool and calm That rope around your neck winds up in a
her Shit, I put the rubber on tighter Sent her home, when she entered home You hugged her up What the fuck is up? She got you whipped, got your kids Got your
s ride And whatever you want you let me decide Just put your name on the dotted line I'm about to sign you up We can get right before the night is up
Got Her Callin My Name (J.R.) [Nicole Wray:] I Want To Be In Your Arms I Want You To Say U Love Me I Want To Feel Your Prescence Oh Baby, Baby [J.R.
back (saw what?) [Method Man] You wanna front, what? Step up and get bucked And if your feelin' lucky, duck, then press ya'll luck Ya'll got me effed up
up" You gotta hear us, so we slow it up Let me see your fist, throw it up, every spot we blow it up "Don't let up" We keep it movin with the movement
, Philly New York, Jersey, Philly; tinted up, rims silly If a nigga try and kill me, chalk it up as the brother whylin Your mind playin tricks on you,
so crazy, the crowd goes wild, Hands go up and down like the Dow Jones Well hello my dear, my name is Fizzy I'm a cool rapper, but who is he? I'm the "
up in your place, now your ass got a case, Crooked ass judge sends your ass outta space 8 by 6 now your ass outta place, Your girl ran through your change
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]
