Hands Up
Ayyo
Voodoo
Batchelor
Yung Rap Beats on the track
Y'all better get your hands up
When you see me comin' through, get your hands up
Cuz I wanna see you move, get your hands up
Let your body feel the groove, get your hands up
Keep it poppin' like balloons, get your hands up
The night time is when I shine
Y'all doin' lines, I'm writin' rhymes
I always grind, like nine to five
That's why you always gonna stay behind
That's by design, I'm an engineer
Straight shiftin' gears when I got the stick
I'll make you walk just like a crip
When I shoot this shit from off my hip
Y'all shootin' bricks like D-Lo
Can't win a 'chip when that in the mix
Got sick flicks, Tarantino
I flip the script, so watch your lips
You bottom bitch, stay out the way
Man get gone or get the flame
They set a pick, I'm callin' game
When I drop the bomb, y'all freeze frame
Y'all need blame, you bitch made
I'm in the cut when you catch a fade
If you really what they wanna celebrate
I guess I gotta be a renegade
Man, why the fuck you start puffin' up
No one even think you tough enough
I just came in here smokin' on a blunt
Now get your mutha fuckin' hands up
When you see me comin' through, get your hands up
Cuz I wanna see you move, get your hands up
Let your body feel the groove, get your hands up
Keep it poppin' like balloons, get your hands up
Ten fingers up to the sky
Keep your hands up, you might could die
I demand what I need supplied
I buy the land up and multiply
Go for broke and then buy more time
Smoke the roach and I close the blinds
You nosey hoes come across the line
Opposite what you hope to find
Coast to coast when it's servin' time
Don't mix the coke with this turpentine
Work the grind till it hurt my spine
Stabilizin' uncertain times
Set the tables and split the pie
Start the label to keep what's mine
Pull the cables out, cut the lights
Enjoy the morning, but say goodnight
I'm poppin' off like a pop tart
Makin' off with that gua-ap
JFK in that drop top
Drivin' by 2Pac and Big Poppa
Disappear you like the Mob did Hoffa
You don't like it, you can eat my caca
Kicks some rocks up and I don't mean soccer
Rookie Wookies knowin' I'm Chewbacca
When you see me comin' through, get your hands up
Cuz I wanna see you move, get your hands up
Let your body feel the groove, get your hands up
Keep it poppin' like balloons, get your hands up
Damn Rossi, I think that you got 'em all mad at us
21 every hand, they callin' us some savages
NNA scavengers, ain't nobody passin' us
Walkin' down the middle and they ain't stoppin' us
They got they hands up, it's crunch time and we clutch like Jimmy
Our habits are comin' with this fire knowin' it's plenty
It's automatic to us, and I ain't talkin' 'bout semis
They hear this heat and they hands goin' up to the ceilin'
It's like they doin' the wave bruh, this is what they come for
Yung Rap, Batch, and Rossi, it's always A plus
Now everybody in the set, put your hands up
Now everybody in the set, put your hands up
When you see me comin' through, get your hands up
Cuz I wanna see you move, get your hands up
Let your body feel the groove, get your hands up
Keep it poppin' like balloons, get your hands up
When you see me comin' through, get your hands up
Cuz I wanna see you move, get your hands up
Let your body feel the groove, get your hands up
Keep it poppin' like balloons, get your hands up
Voodoo
Batchelor
Yung Rap Beats on the track
Y'all better get your hands up
When you see me comin' through, get your hands up
Cuz I wanna see you move, get your hands up
Let your body feel the groove, get your hands up
Keep it poppin' like balloons, get your hands up
The night time is when I shine
Y'all doin' lines, I'm writin' rhymes
I always grind, like nine to five
That's why you always gonna stay behind
That's by design, I'm an engineer
Straight shiftin' gears when I got the stick
I'll make you walk just like a crip
When I shoot this shit from off my hip
Y'all shootin' bricks like D-Lo
Can't win a 'chip when that in the mix
Got sick flicks, Tarantino
I flip the script, so watch your lips
You bottom bitch, stay out the way
Man get gone or get the flame
They set a pick, I'm callin' game
When I drop the bomb, y'all freeze frame
Y'all need blame, you bitch made
I'm in the cut when you catch a fade
If you really what they wanna celebrate
I guess I gotta be a renegade
Man, why the fuck you start puffin' up
No one even think you tough enough
I just came in here smokin' on a blunt
Now get your mutha fuckin' hands up
When you see me comin' through, get your hands up
Cuz I wanna see you move, get your hands up
Let your body feel the groove, get your hands up
Keep it poppin' like balloons, get your hands up
Ten fingers up to the sky
Keep your hands up, you might could die
I demand what I need supplied
I buy the land up and multiply
Go for broke and then buy more time
Smoke the roach and I close the blinds
You nosey hoes come across the line
Opposite what you hope to find
Coast to coast when it's servin' time
Don't mix the coke with this turpentine
Work the grind till it hurt my spine
Stabilizin' uncertain times
Set the tables and split the pie
Start the label to keep what's mine
Pull the cables out, cut the lights
Enjoy the morning, but say goodnight
I'm poppin' off like a pop tart
Makin' off with that gua-ap
JFK in that drop top
Drivin' by 2Pac and Big Poppa
Disappear you like the Mob did Hoffa
You don't like it, you can eat my caca
Kicks some rocks up and I don't mean soccer
Rookie Wookies knowin' I'm Chewbacca
When you see me comin' through, get your hands up
Cuz I wanna see you move, get your hands up
Let your body feel the groove, get your hands up
Keep it poppin' like balloons, get your hands up
Damn Rossi, I think that you got 'em all mad at us
21 every hand, they callin' us some savages
NNA scavengers, ain't nobody passin' us
Walkin' down the middle and they ain't stoppin' us
They got they hands up, it's crunch time and we clutch like Jimmy
Our habits are comin' with this fire knowin' it's plenty
It's automatic to us, and I ain't talkin' 'bout semis
They hear this heat and they hands goin' up to the ceilin'
It's like they doin' the wave bruh, this is what they come for
Yung Rap, Batch, and Rossi, it's always A plus
Now everybody in the set, put your hands up
Now everybody in the set, put your hands up
When you see me comin' through, get your hands up
Cuz I wanna see you move, get your hands up
Let your body feel the groove, get your hands up
Keep it poppin' like balloons, get your hands up
When you see me comin' through, get your hands up
Cuz I wanna see you move, get your hands up
Let your body feel the groove, get your hands up
Keep it poppin' like balloons, get your hands up
Credits
Writer(s): Brent Batchelor, Carlos Joaquin Sanchez, Jason Sicotte
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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