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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Black Eyed Peas
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Marco Parisi
Songwriter
Giampaolo Parisi
Songwriter
Jimmy Luis Gomez
Songwriter
Jaime Gomez
Songwriter
Allan Pineda
Songwriter
Stacy Ferguson
Songwriter
Johnny Hammond
Songwriter
Ben Cauley
Songwriter
Andres Titus
Songwriter
Allen Jones
Songwriter
James Alexander
Songwriter
William Adams
Songwriter
William McLean
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
PARISI
Producer
will.i.am
Producer
Dylan "3D" Dresdow
Mixing Engineer
Johnny Goldstein
Producer
Lyrics
(Pull up)
Put those hands in the air, air
Put your hands in the air
Air, air, air, air, air
Air, air, air, air, air
Air, air, air, air, air
Put your hands in the air
Air, air, air, air, air
Air, air, air, air, air
Put your hands up
Put your, put your hands up
Bitch, I'm up in the sky
Thirty-five thousand feet, I'm high
Up in the clouds 'cause I stay fly
Came from the ground 'cause I keep rising, new horizon
Eyes on the prize
Prize on my hand, don't be surprised
Livin' my life like jumbo size
That's no compromise
Bitch, I'm a mothafuckin' vibe
That's the way I live, I live my life
Bitch, I'm a mothafuckin' vibe
That's the way I live, I live my life
Bitch, I'm a mothafuckin' vibe
And it's a vibe up in here
So, pu-pu-pu-pu-put yo, put yo hands in the air
Put your hands in the air
Air, air, air, air, air
Air, air, air, air, air
Air, air, air, air, air
Put your hands in the air
Air, air, air, air, air
Air, air, air, air, air
Put your hands up
Put your, put your hands up
Put your hands up
Put your hands up
Put your hands up
(Pull up)
It's that new brand new
Latest upgrade, new, improved
All these screws are tightly screwed
We take flight like we just flew
Y'all gon' learn, take y'all to school
Make it burn like barbecue
Kill y'all with the bottle too
If you wanna feel good, here's what to do
Take that engine, engine number nine
Take it till you feelin' fine
And if that train falls off the track
Pick it up, pick it up, pick it up
Back on the scene
Crispy and clean
I'ma do me, baby, that's my thing
Shine my light real bright on scene
If you wanna live your life supreme
If you wanna rage against the machine (Pull up)
If you wanna holla, shout and scream
Hey, pu-pu-pu-pu-put your, put your hands in the air
Put your hands in the air
Air, air, air, air, air
Air, air, air, air, air
Air, air, air, air, air
Put your hands in the air
Air, air, air, air, air
Air, air, air, air, air
Put your hands up
Put your, put your hands up
Put your hands up
Put your hands up
Put your hands up
(Pull up)
(Pull up)
(Pull up)
(Pull up)
Put those hands in the air
Put those hands in the air, air
Put those hands in the air
Put those hands in the air, air
Put those hands in the air
Put those hands in the air, air
Put those hands in the air
Put those hands in the air, air
Air, air, air, air
Air, air, air, air, air
Put your hands up
Put your, put your hands up
Hands in the, hands in the air, air
Hands in the air, air, air
Put your hands up
Put your, put your hands up
Writer(s): William Adams, Jaime Gomez, Allan Pineda, Stacy Ferguson, James Alexander, Ben Cauley, Andres Titus, Allen Jones, William Mc Lean, Giampoalo Parisi, Marco Parisi, John Smith
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