Chris Webby - Hands Up Lyrics
I started off a little guy, baby full of laughterBut due to Darwin's theory I evolved into a rapperFlip a couple chapters, this foul mouthed bastardIs here to get this rap shit masteredAfter I talk to you and get to speak what I'm aboutLinguistic, twisted diarrhea of the mouthSo hot, drop the mic and I'll leave the set steamin'I been the best breathin', since I was breast feedin'Presto, I'm back writin' rhythmic manifestosSo let's go, I'm meaner than an angry Lou FerrignoFlows that'll get yo hands in the izz-airBlunt rap, puff that, done that, been thereSo tap the keg, let's get drunker than we've ever beenLiquor settin' in, shit somebody let Webster inSo go and fill yourself another dutchAnd put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up[Chorus:]Put your hands up, everybody stand up 'cause we ain't leavin' till they throw us in some handcuffsSo put them hands up up up up up, and keep it goin' like (hey!)Put your hands up, roll yourself a gram up, if you ain't twisted go and fill another damn cupAnd put them hands up up up up up, and keep it goin' like (hey!)I'm a mix of rhymes with some Nirvana and SublimeEric Clapton with the rappin', Jimi Hendrix in his primeA little bit of Lennon and Zeppelin up in the mixtureStumblin' around on more drugs than Keith RichardsHard body spitta, overnight deliverLyrics sharper than Legolas's arrows up in the quiverLiquor by the pitcher, beer by the thirty rackDroppin' dirty ass, intelligent wordy rapsSo raise your hands to the God damn roofSippin' white grape juice with the eighty-five proofI'm the truth, go to parties in my birthday suitAnd holler at any chick I think's cute, and to bootI'm an artist to my roots, and I got the soulRollin' deep, shit I'm showin' up with Jacques CousteauI'm a pro, here to show you what this rappin's aboutSo put 'em up like you have balloons attached to your house[Chorus]That's how we do it
