Put Ya Hands Up Songtext / Lyric

Turn the fuckin' beat on, ha, yeah, we're back as be

I had to switch back to Dom Perignon in rap baby

Cock-and-run to stay in the business

Son of a bitch, double R, look at me now motherf

Two thousand and one, kiss the game goodbye, let's get it on



It's the JADA, I got beef with the feds and the DA

I got footage in the game press replay

I got bitches in the club all over me, ma take it easy

And y'all scared I can tell and I'ma get bucks like Milwaukee

'Cause like Sam I can sell, I'm that nigga y'all know that

Bang you in the yard then slide off on the early go back



In the streets I flash the cannon like Kodak

And I spray threes so say cheese

Already told you I'm lookin' for enemies

Double R so of course it's better

I love cornrows and Farrah Fawcett feathers

It's a message in a glass bottle read the letter



Money in the bank membership Visa sweaters

And we ride or DIE together






Uh uh come on put ya hands up

Nah, fuck that put ya hands down

Come on put ya hands up

Nah, fuck that put ya hands down



Uh come on put ya hands up

Nah, fuck that put ya hands down

Come on put ya hands up

Nah, fuck that put ya hands down



Y'all know I got the master flow, fast or slow

Y'all wanna know who the best is aks ya hoe

The honies don't lie they love it

And they cop for real trust me dogg the thugs will dub it



Kiss hit you with consecutive hot shit

Therefore nobody never gon' spit like I spit

Get money just to walk through off the books

So when you mention my name shit is off the hook



Shirts is off, titties is out

And you know if I'm there the hardest niggas in the city is out

I'm in the club ice over the thermal waitin' for you to try me

When the lights get low I'ma burn you



Start with straight shots and then pop bottles

Flirt with the hood rats then pop models

Gotta slay two or more, ma's our motto

And y'all might get down with the team if y'all swallow



Uh uh come on put ya hands up

Nah, fuck that put ya hands down

Come on put ya hands up

Nah, fuck that put ya hands down



Uh come on put ya hands up

Nah, fuck that put ya hands down

Come on put ya hands up

Nah, fuck that put ya hands down



Muahh kiss the game goodbye, the game is mine

You thought wrong change ya mind

I'm the nigga that'll pop the king and scoop the queen

And take over the town with a ruthless team



New S type wagon, future green

Gun heavy pants saggin' I'm used to cream

Who you know can make a million dollar bail on cash

Never did a day and got the jails on smash



K I double, I move the Perico quick and just let Manteca bubble

'Kiss been a boss, y'all just start workin'

Now put ya hands up 'til ya arms start hurtin'

Don't put 'em down 'til I tell you



Whoever wanna be hard headed

Then find out what the shells do

Now you can put 'em down if you want

But soon as the Hook come back put 'em up



Uh uh come on put ya hands up

Nah, fuck that put ya hands down

Come on put ya hands up

Nah, fuck that put ya hands down



Uh come on put ya hands up

Nah, fuck that put ya hands down

Come on put ya hands up

Nah, fuck that put ya hands down