state the business} {You know what I want y'all to do?} Do your thing, do your thing, uhh {I said put your hands in the motherfuckin air - where?} {Put your hands
put your hands in the motherfuckin air - right} {Put your hands in the motherfuckin air - c'mon, c'mon} {BITCH!} Uhh {BITCH!} Uhh uhh {BITCH!} Uhh {BITCH!} Uhh uhh [LL Cool J
Käännös: LL Cool J. Put Your Hands Up.
it rain, we get rained on together it's whatever, you shine, I shine, I know you got a 9-5 I'll be your 5-9! [J. Cole - Chorus] [J. Cole - Verse 2]
keep it up ) Now give it up for (strangers) (x8) Ben J Spotlight you think your all that, aye what about Langston trying to go to the power 106 games acting like your
at you) And it's a two-sided mirror that you're lookin through (you're lookin through) The phone receiver's in your hand starin at your child (child) And your
a war zone My homies is inmates, and most of them dead wrong Full grown, finally a man, just scheamin' on ways To put some green inside the palms of my empty hands
goin' I?m gon put you up on this here 'cause youse not knowin' Let me take a little time out to holler at ya You go get your partners 'cause I?m fit
up, we John Blazin', Don up in the line up J-J-J-John Blaze Ja-Ja-ah-John Bla-Blaze J-Ja-J-Ja, John Blaze Johnny Blaze, ain't a damn thing changed
's some joyful bars, to replace your sorrow I'm beyond a legend, I'm iconic Fall off, rebuild, your man's bionic Put your trust in me, I never let you down I always come up
the G.O.A.T. Go 'head do your two step wit your hand in your coat playa You are now Rocking wit the G.O.A.T. Throw your hands in the air try to wave away
is inmates, and most of them dead wrong Full grown, finally a man, just scheamin on ways to put some green inside the palms of my empty hands Just picture
After all that hard work (Kid Capri) Clap your hands to the beat, C'mon, just clap your hands to the beat Freak it now (LL Cool J) One of the biggest
taking over your bitch Coming over your shit Got my feet up on you sofas, man I mean a hostess for my open hand You coming home to dishes and empty soda cans I got your bitch up
Shit, I put the rubber on tighter Sent her home, when she entered home You hugged her up What the fuck is up? She got you whipped, got your kids Got your home, but that's not your
Sissy I'll let a rattle clap, 60 up in this bastards cap Dig me I'm what you rappers lack, sicker than all your battle raps Slither up in the asta hatch
your bitch, comin' over your shit Got my feet up on you sofas, man I mean a hostess for my open hand You comin' home to dishes and empty soda cans I got your bitch up