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Hands Up
17,054
Reggae
Hands Up was released on January 15, 2002 by VP Records as a part of the album Revelation
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Release DateJanuary 15, 2002
LabelVP Records
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM107

Credits

Lyrics

What up
We Ice and Strut Up
Making it cut up, the blood up and flat up
It's all about getting it up in the club
It's all about body blocking
We show stopping
This is Garlin and the Godfather's entourage
You don't know we large, monster piece inside
No collide (that's right)
One, one, one, hey
Jump up!
Let me see your hands up, brands up
Everybody put your signs up (lines up)
Everybody put your drinks up, drinks up
Everybody come and put your links up
Jump up!
Let me see your hands up, brands up
Let me see your signs up, hands up
Everybody put your blinks up (blink up)
Everybody come and throw your drinks up
Top shotters club, hoppers club swingers
Baller blockers, jaybe with some ass swingers
Broke and - with the bling blingers
Body DJs hitting some music and stingers
Big b-, no triggers
Enough monies with honeys and fingers
Where you come in to dance with two grave diggers
But we not allowing no triggers
So me say
You come in here with your pens and dimmers
Baba baba shove your fists into all the trimmers
Got your line up, showin' all the glimmers
You got your rims movin' like a bling blingers
We ain't toleratin' no bad manners
Come in and dance, they with your glitz and the glamour
While the music box is hitting like a sledgehammer
When you coming here, they club stammers
Let me say
Jump up!
Let me see your hands up, brands up
Everybody put your signs up (lines up)
Everybody put your blinks up (blinks up)
Everybody come and put your links up
Jump up!
Let me see your hands up, brands up
Everybody show your signs up (hands up)
Everybody put your links up (link up)
Everybody come and throw your drink up
Now if you're dribbin' in the back of the club
Wait the triggers and you're gettin' the rub
You're chillin' out there to the dumps
And then, come get in the hubs
Put your dick in hand, but we in the scrub
We takin' the jump
We got my big -, bitch, and you rip me off
I got my honeys on the side, come in and tip me off
Carrie Beluta in the room, come in and strip me off
When she finish with me, she will flip me off
And I'ma holler
Jump up!
Let me see your hands up, brands up
Let me see your signs up (lines up)
Everybody put your blinks up, blinks up
Everybody come and pour drinks up
Jump up!
Let me see your hands up, brands up
Let me see your signs up (hands up)
Everybody
Ay yo let me talk and it's my time
Don't you want? No!
Bunji, that is not my name, that's my alias
Tell me why some - just keep betraying us
Yeah, man
Why the hell they playing with us?
Never know that Natural Freaks is here with us
Never know that Baseline Crew is here with us
Never know that Monster Beats is here with us
Godfather's Asylum, they stay with us
Tell me why they have some - trust
(Well) godfather's not around, you know he never mind us
Hop in the club, he's just where you're gonna find us
Kicking up dust and making the racists sign us
Honey's raising the skew like they wanna blind us
Call him and - us, 38 and Cyrus
Godfather's overtaking it, that's like a virus
And you know that sooner or later this scene is gonna bust
I'm gonna pull up in front of them with my bus
So with my ball
Jump up!
Let me see your hands up, brands up
Let me see your signs up (lines up)
Everybody put your blinks up (drinks up)
Everybody come and show your link up
Jump up!
Let me see your hands up, brands up
Let me see your signs up, hands up
Everybody put your blinks up, link up
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Top shotters club, hoppers club swingers
Baller blockers, jaybe with some ass swingers
Broke and - with the bling blingers
Body DJs hitting some music and stingers
Big b-, no triggers
Enough monies with honeys and fingers
Where you come in to dance with two grave diggers
But we not allowing no triggers
So me say
You come in here with your pens and dimmers
Baba baba shove your fists into all the trimmers
Got your line up, showin' all the blimmers
You got your rims movin' like a bling blingers
We ain't toleratin' no bad manners
Come in and dance, they with your glitz and the glamour
While the music box is hitting like a sledgehammer
When you coming here, they club stammers
Let me say
Jump up!
Let me see your hands up, brands up
Written by: Devonte, FLO PG, General Degree, M. Sterling, Mista Vybe, Morgan Heritage, Orville Burrell, R. Clarke, Wolfe
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