Song Lyrics

We about to set this motherfucker off in here tonight!
It be like
This that real shit dog, real shit dog, see man, see man, come
What you say? mr. smith
Nigga, what you say? I said my name is mr. smith
Yo, I want you to state the business
You know what I want why y'all to do? do your thing, do your thing

I said put your hands in the motherfucking air, where?
Put your hands in the motherfucking air
I know you like hoes yes I know you got cars yes
I know you spit bars} yes I know you like stars
But put your hands in the motherfucking air, you hear me?
Put your hands in the motherfucking air, ladies
I know your nails done yes I know your hair done yes
I know your toes done yes I know you look good, bitch
But put your hands in the motherfucking air, right
Put your hands in the motherfucking air, see man, see man
Bitch! uhh bitch! uhh uhh
Bitch! uhh bitch! uhh uhh

Papi way too pimply to live this fast life simply
Please squeeze at them twin armored bentleys, I love envy
Evidently, the pesos made 'em resent me
Cause I clown on 'em, pull they broad gently, leave the bar empty
I pimp benzoes, you smell cherry air freshener
Leather and indo, I cruise slow spit slick lingo
You might mingle with more stars than ringo
On the beach in santo domingo lighting trees with singles
But I'm a mandingo I make your guts tingle
Till your doorknockers jingle, stack chips like pringles
Ball like the bengals, spread love like kris kringle
Get paid off the single, let them dollars co-mingle
Baby, baby, deep dish is chrome, navy
Gray interior you feel inferior, it's crazy
It's over baby your vision's hazy they plantin daisies
You tried to play me but couldn't fade me that's why they pay me

I said put your hands in the motherfucking air, where?
Put your hands in the motherfucking air
I know you like hoes yes I know you got cars yes
I know you spit bars} yes I know you like stars
But put your hands in the motherfucking air, you hear me?
Put your hands in the motherfucking air, ladies
I know your nails done yes I know your hair done yes
I know your toes done yes I know you look good, bitch
But put your hands in the motherfucking air, right
Put your hands in the motherfucking air, see man, see man
Bitch! uhh bitch! uhh uhh
Bitch! uhh bitch! uhh uhh

Since I dropped "I'm bad" I've been in jags with nickle bags
Hoes I had give better blows than felix trinidad
One I had flew her benz in from baghdad
With personalized tags, chrome mags and prada bags
I refused to stab, now she crying in the rehab
Wishing while reminiscing about all the sessions we had
You knew all the positions to keep me on a mission
Put the playstation 2 in your limited expedition
You're the mami I kept dipped, slept wit, crept wit
Once you got needy and greedy sweetie I flipped like a brick
Sharing my oochie spending my chips
Like I'm up in the bricks politickin for new flicks
On the freaknik tip, grabbing your phattie on the 6
I ain't faded by them hips
I split, just like xzibit from tha liks (x)
I got major bread to break
Recipes for cake, keys to v's and estates, I'm straight

I said put your hands in the motherfucking air, where?
Put your hands in the motherfucking air
I know you like hoes yes I know you got cars yes
I know you spit bars} yes I know you like stars
But put your hands in the motherfucking air, you hear me?
Put your hands in the motherfucking air, ladies
I know your nails done yes I know your hair done yes
I know your toes done yes I know you look good, bitch
But put your hands in the motherfucking air, right
Put your hands in the motherfucking air, see man, see man
Bitch! uhh bitch! uhh uhh
Bitch! uhh bitch! uhh uhh

Ride, yeah, that's crazy
E Mr. New York Knicks, B. Daltry
Violators, "rock the bells"
T rhone, get money, markee, we doing this
Violator, violator 2, 2, we out, freeze!

Kasseem Dean, James Todd Smith

The duration of Put Your Hands Up is 3:48 minutes and seconds.