Hands In The Air Lyrics

Hands In The Air lyrics

(Da Brat)

 Niggas always watchin me (funky!)

 But I want em to keep on watchin me

 I'ma keep give em sumthin to see (smokin!)

 

 I always feel like

 Somebody's watchin me, watchin me

 Could it be the way I'm still tight?

 Niggas that didn't use to feel me jockin me, jockin me

 The, whole world got too much money for me

 To not get no dough, dough, can't no hoe

 Rock harder than the one from So-So

 I never go broke broke

 I keep comin with the vocals that make most know

 Why the fuck I boast, boast and brag

 Why should I look sad that I got some loot now?

 In fact, I knew how

 watch when I back the Coupe out

 Can niggas just troop out

 The same way they do when I show you Brat

 With a little bit of boobs out

 And her big ass protrude out

 Get the news out

 Some of you bitches lose out

 When the sexiness ooze out

 Like orgasms, I'm the best at this

 Throwin tantrums when I move into makin shit

 If you thinkin of becomin one of my favorites

 You gotta pay a bitch

 Cause I be stayin rich

 I ain't quittin, quittin

 Way before "Funkdafied" I was spittin, spittin

 

 (chorus)

 Throw yo hands in the air like you dont care

 This fo niggas and bitches everywhere

 Forever you playas playas flash on em, get cash on em

 And make em say, say

 Hands in the air, from side to side

 Forever im high, high

 Together we ride, ride

 I'm never too tired

 To get that paper, baby

 

 (Da Brat)

 If y'all wanna see me, see me

 Im give y'all somethin to look look at

 Make a nigga neck turn turn for Brat

 Burn burn these hoes cuz I'm back and my pants still sag

 It's automatic, they wanna jump on my wagon, wagon

 I ain't lackin lackin on shit

 Open ya eyes when my body when I try on clothes that fit fit

 I'm articulate and particulate on who I let hit hit

 And get up in the middle of the center of my tootsie roll

 Roll me something to smoke smoke and burn slow slow

 Don't keep it a secret, tell all ya folks

 See you when I shine, I glow, glow

 From the C-H-I-C-A-GO, 6-0-6-4-4

 And I trust no, nigga that make a mistake for me

 Guns ready to blaze and to leave with you

 Some of the ones run

 I can't control my trigger finger when it pump pump

 Stay out the way when I come come

 It's guaranteed to bump bump the trunk, uh

 And put a hump in ya back

 If niggas is askin who's thumpin, it's Brat Brat

 

 (chorus)

 

 (Mystikal)

 I keep my bad braids back when puttin the dick on the track

 You can turn it down playa, we don't listen to that

 The bass dont thump, we spit on crap

 That beat ain't tight nigga, that shit ain't fat

 Everytime that shit come out, I toss it back and I slap

 I be breakin ya back to the rhythm of rap

 (?)Test it loud for the low frequency, where it's at?(?)

 Niggas say, "I love that fuckin shit ya did wit Da Brat!"

 Actin bad with the pad, with the pen, with the paper

 Still smoke a nigga under the table

 Put the lines in the words and the hooks and the phrases

 Instead of puttin out sumthin thats blazin

 Get ya hand out my pocket, get ya foot out ya mouth

 And ya head out ya ass

 And keep ya nose out my buisness

 And I mean it, goddammit, cuz I'm fiddinta get MAD!

 I put em in the trash bag

 Twist tie, put em out Monday and Wednesday

 I kick em in they raggely ass

 Take money from em and you know I better get some

 I know it ain't fair

 but I smoke with alligators and I wrestle with bears

 Throw ya hands in the air

 As high as you can, and leave them bitches there!

 

 (chorus 2x, fade out)