Honey I'm home but I'm not married. Come try to test me wit it. So pu-pu-pu-pu-put your, put your hands in the air. You got me bent like elbows, amongst other things, but I'm not worried. Sent here to set you free. Ain't nobody stoppin' my. No drugs or alcohol so I can get the signal clear as day.
I Put My Hands Up In The Air Lyrics
You never get a slam fi a bus fare! Hands in the air, air, air. Chose me to be a. Prophet an' lead my people. And wave 'em like you just don't care. The Story: Don't eat the fruit in the garden, Eden,, It wasn't in God's natural plan., You were only a rib,, And look at what you did,, To Adam, the father of Man. Air, air, air, air, air. You no change man like truck gear.
There make my will comply, lie down upon my face. If you never get a slam yet fi a Nike Air! This here 'bout poetry. I'm still not convinced the original lyrics are correct though, dammit. This here 'bout who we be.
Will You hold me firmly anyway? Prize on my hand, don't be surprised. Fresh clothes an' the ice (YEAH). I put my hands up in the air lyrics. Ova' hot beats tell you 'bout what tha streets did to me (YO). Dirty like a pair of cleats. The job of speakin through us we be so sincere with this here. We gon keep this comin Comin' wit the dirtiest. I hang my head and still I know You're wanting more. With you, dem waan compare, but you no borrow wear.
Everybody Put Your Hands In The Air Lyrics
To the female gender, ain't nothin better. Not 'bout no fakin' yo. I'll be the baker and the maker of the piece of my pie. Into anotha world deep inside yo own soul. That never runs out of ammunition so I'm ready for war okay. On these lonely raging mornings I would whip You if I could. Put your hands in the air. You heard the A-T-L-iens. But You're on the mighty side of strong and the perfect side of good. Oh hell, there he go again talkin that shit. Daddy fat sacks, B-I-G B-O-I. The Story: You smell like goat, I'll see you in hell.
Let me know when it's wet enough to enter. Was partying involved? Softly as if I played piano in the dark. Thinkin about the second album at the Dungeon shootin pool. It's that same motherf*cka that took them knuckles to your eye. Look how you're neat and sweet. With lyrics that are lethal. I got them grown stacks. Better keep your ears open. Thro yo' hands up in the mothaf**kin air. Everybody put your hands in the air lyrics. Or will it give a f*ck about what others say and get gone. Niggas on tha drank n' dro. This is all real no boastin'.
Therefore, if not the child we raise gon' have that nigga syndrome. Real 'fo the money came. Orange mouth veteran. This is not no gangsta rap.
Put Your Hands In The Air
Like you made the B team. If I raise my hands will You grab me by the wrists. And I try, to warn you not to test but you don't listen. Like Sounds of Blackness when I practice what a preach ain't no lie.
Make me see your hand. Everybody want a piece. Cause I'm cooler than a polar bear's toenails. The mothaf**kin air. Carried a lot of problems around being fustrated. Murder non believers. How every dying man is sure to rise again. And even if my fingers join together into fists. Not 'bout who rich or po'. Now everybody say... [Chorus]. And now I'm sittin at the end of the month I just made it. Make otha boys wanna do it just because I did it.
If I raise my hands so weak and thin and frail. Put those hands in the air. 'Cause I would try to escape you but for everyday I'm sure.