T.I. - Hands Up Lyrics
[Man speaking]We going to Cuba wit' this oneYea, I been rehabilitated, rejuvicatedAnd most important:relocatedSo now, with no further to do[Hook 2x]Now ladies stand upOr if you wit' me shake ya tittiesThrow your hands upAnd all the ballers poppin' bottles throw a grand upAnd if you feeling like I'm feeling keep them hands upAnd keep ya hands upHey, from the sunrise to the midnight starI'm by far the hottest new thing the South seenBringing sixteen bars, got six clean carsVert's, Hoops, four doors, do momo's, and TahoesStar hoes, yo hoes is our hoesKeri pullin up to the Shark Bar on the NorthstarWit' a Puerto Rican porn starWe in La Vida La LocaSee you can't flow like me or rock a show like meGet dough like meShouldn't signed 'em, he ain't gon' blow like meBut give me a quarter of his bonus and half his budgetAnd I guarantee he go double but if you don't, you in troubleIt's gon' take him three coupes just for him to recoup'Or witness shawty flop, like the last three groupsWhile I'm in Cancun' 'round see-thru's on a three week cruiseIt'll take more than the likes of these fools to make me loseSheesh, floppin is something I can't seeLadies, obey the chorusShake ya titties for me please[Hook (2x)]Uh, I came to blow the spotHit the club wit' cheddar knotsRidin wit' a badder *****You gonna get or ever gotTry me boy, you better notShawty and I'm very hotToting forty cap, forty five nine's every glockBlow you up in that very spot you standing inThen vanishingUndo this manana then, throw away this can and thenBack to poppin mo and blow and dro and money handlin'You and your lil' posse can not stop me and this clan I'm inWhile you slanderin', you better ask ya gul who the man againTurning out a superstar back into a fan againDamagin' all who peek, line 'em all in the streetI'll do 'em one at a time wit' one line on one beatSay ya almost gold, that's what I sold in one weekGot a flock of freaks, while you hold on to one biichI'm like a Pez dispenser, shawty, I spit treatsThe nigga who even sound good on a bullshit beat[Hook (2x)]Well ***** nigga, you can like it, you can love itYou can bite it, you can dub itBut you can't do it how we does itWhen we ballin' in publicWhere the grill full of gold or Seville full of hoesWood wheels and some Voe's or hun'ed gold spokesI park at the club and a hun'ed hoes chokeSpark up some dubs, let them hun'ed hoes blowI run game to get the hoe once they act like I can't run it no mo'I stunt them hoes broke and her money po' po'You can't smoke the way we smoke if you ain't smokin' no dro'Drink the way we drink wit no Hen' and no Mo'You can't ride the way we ride if you ain't slammin Benz do'sCan't ball wit' me if you got eight but can only spend fo'You ain't VIP like me and can't be searching your coatAin't no P.I. like me if you ain't workin' no hoesCan't do the shit we do, the way we do wit' no doughThat's like trying to win a ballgame, if you ain't takin no score[Hook (4x)]
