Da Brat Hands In The Air F- Mystikal Lyrics

Hands In The Air F- Mystikal Lyrics

I ALWAYS FEEL LIKE, 

 SOMEBODY 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 

 NOT TO GET NO'DOE DOE' 

 CAN'T NO HOE ROCK HARDER 

 THAN THE ONE FROM 'SO-SO' 

 I NEVER GO BROKE BROKE. 

 I KEEP COMING 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 A NEW HOUSE 

 WATCH WHEN I BACK THE COUPE OUT,AND 

 NIGGAS LIPS DROOP OUT. 

 THE SAME WAY THEY DO WHEN I SHOW YOU BRAT 

 WITH A LITTLE BIT OF BOOBS OUT. 

 AND A BIG ASS PROTRUDE OUT, 

 GUESS THE NEWS OUT, 

 SOME OF YOU BITCHES LOSE OUT 

 WHEN THE SEXINESS OOZE OUT. 

 LIKE ORGASMS I'M THE BEST AT THIS, 

 THROW A TANTRUM WHEN I MOVE TO SOME MAJOR SHIT. 

 IF YOU THINKIN' OF BECOMING ONE OF MY FAVORITES, 

 YOU GOTTA PAY A BITCH, CAUSE I'M STAYIN' RICH. 

 I AIN'T QUITTIN' QUITTIN, 

 WAY BEFORE FUNKDAFIED I WAS SPITTIN SPITTIN 

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 THROW YO' HANDS IN DA AIR, LIKE YOU DON'T CARE. 

 THIS FO' NIGGAS AND BITCHES EVERYWHERE. 

 FOR EVER WE PLAYERS PLAYERS, 

 FLASH ON 'EM, GET CASH ON'EM MAKE'EM STARE STARE. 

 THROW YO' HANDS IN DA AIR FROM SIDE TO SIDE. 

 FOREVER I'M HIGH, HIGH, 

 TOGETHER WE RIDE, RIDE, 

 I'M NEVER TOO TIRED TO GET THAT PAPER BABY! 

 IF YA'LL WANNA SEE ME, SEE ME. 

 I'M A GIVE YA'LL SOMETHIN' TO LOOK, LOOK AT! 

 MAKE A NIGGA NECK TURN, TURN FOR BRAT. 

 BURN, BURN THES HOE'S 'CAUSE I'M BACK, AND MY PANTS STILL SAG. 

 IT'S AUTOMATIC TO WANNA JUMP ON MY WAGON, WAGON; 

 I AIN'T LACKIN', LACKIN' ON SHIT! OPEN YO' EYES WITH A BODY, 

 WHEN I TRY ON CLOTHES THA FIT, FIT. 

 I'M ARTICULATE AND PARTICULATE TO WHO I LET HIT, HIT. 

 AND GET UP IN DA MIDDLE IN DA CENTER OF MY TOOTSIE ROLL, ROLL ME 

 SOMETHING. SMOKE, SMOKE AND BURN SLOW, SLOW. 

 DON'T KEEP IT A SECRET, TELL ALL YA FOLKS 

 SEE ME WHEN I SHINE I GLOW, GLOW. 

 FROM THE C-H-I-C-AGO, 6-0-6-4-4. 

 AND I TRUST NO NIGGA TO MAKE A MISTAKE FOR ME 

 GUNS READY TO BLAZE ENEMIES. IF YOU SOME OF THE ONE'S RUN... 

 I CAN'T CONTROL MY TRIGGER FINGER, 

 WHEN IT PUMP, PUMP. 

 STAY OUTTA THE WAY WHEN I COME, COME. 

 IT'S GUARANTEED TO BUMP, BUMP YOUR TRUNK. 

 AND PUT A HUMP IN YOUR BACK 

 IF NIGGAS ASK, 'WHO THUMPIN', IT'S BRAT, BRAT... 

 -HOOK- 

 MYSTIKAL 

 YOU CAN TURN IT DOWN PLAYER, 

 WE DON'T LISTEN TO THAT 

 THE BITCH DON'T THUMP 

 THAT BEAT AIN'T TIGHT 

 NIGGA THAT SHIT AIN'T PHAT 

 EVERYTIME SLACK 

 I BE BRINGIN' IT BACK 

 WITH THE RYTHUM AND RAP 

 ('EVERY LIVE MOTHER KNOW (KICK IT) WHERE IT'S AT) 

 NIGGAS SAY "I LOVE IT LONGS IT GOT SOMETHIN 

 TO DO WITH THE BRAT" 

 STILL SMOKE A NIGGA UNDER THE TABLE 

 WITH THE LINES, AND THE WORDS, AND THE HOOKS, AND THE 

 PHRASES, 

 STILL PUTTIN' OUT NOTHING BUT BLAZES.  GET YOUR 

 HAND OUT MY POCKET, GET YOUR FOOT OUT YOUR 

 MOUTH AND YOUR HEAD OUT YOUR ASS.  KEEP 

 YOUR NOSE OUT MY BUSINESS.  AND I MEAN IT 

 GOT DAMN IT CAUSE I'M FINNA GET MAD 

 I PUT EM IN THE TRASH BAG TWIST TIE PUT EM OUT 

 MONDAY AND WEDNESDAY. 

 I KICK'EM IN THEIR RAGGEDY ASS 

 TAKE MONEY FROM'EM EVERY TIME THEY BET AGAINST 

 ME 

 I KNOW IT AIN'T FAIR 

 BUT I SWIM WITH ALLIGATORS 

 AND I WRESTLE WITH BEARS 

 THROW YOUR HANDS IN DA AIR 

 AS HIGH AS YOU CAN AND LEAVE THEM BITCHES THERE. 

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