LL Cool J - Put Your Hands Up Lyrics
{We about to set this mother*****er off in here tonight!}{It be like da, da, da-da-da, da}{This that real shit dawg, real shit dawg.. c'mon, c'mon, come}{What you say?} Mr. Smith{Nigga, what you say?} I said my name is Mr. Smith{Yo, I want you to state the business}{You know what I want y'all to do?} Do your thing, do your thing, uhh[Chorus]{I said put your hands in the mother*****in air - where?}{Put your hands in the mother*****in air}{I know you like hoes} Yes {I know you got cars} Yes{I know you spit bars} Yes {I know you like stars}{But put your hands in the mother*****in air - you hear me?}{Put your hands in the mother*****in air - LADIES}{I know your nails done} Yes {I know your hair done} Yes{I know your toes done} Yes {I know you look good - *****}{But put your hands in the mother*****in air - right}{Put your hands in the mother*****in air - c'mon, c'mon}{*****!} Uhh {*****!} Uhh uhh{*****!} Uhh {*****!} Uhh uhh[LL Cool J]Papi way too pimply to live this fast life simplyPlease squeeze at them twin armored Bentleys, I love envyEvidently, the pesos made 'em resent meCause I clown on 'em, pull they broad gently, leave the bar emptyI pimp Benzoes, you smell cherry air freshenerLeather and indo, I cruise slow spit slick lingoYou might mingle with more stars than Ringoon the beach in Santo Domingo lightin trees with singlesBut I'm a mandingo I make your guts tingle'til your doorknockers jingle, stack chips like PringlesBall like the Bengals, spread love like Kris KringleGet paid off the single, let them dollars co-mingleBaby, baby, deep dish is chrome, navyGray interior you feel inferior, it's crazyIt's over baby your visionc12
