Put Ya Hands Up (remix) Lyrics - Ann Nesby

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