Live and direct, busy again Let there be rhythm, let there be fun We're just warming up to rock the groove On our journey of sound we're gonna make you
I'm shaking slowly to the beat I like rolling on my feet So people listen to the sound Round round round round round Put your hands up Oh, yeah put your
Put your hands up (x4) I feel the speed comin' I'm quite spectacular Suckers get scared like my name was Dracula Think you want to win _____________
i see em,i got em,i only play to win,representing this hood im in,mame LO DI,coming threw i see em hand up in the sky,living high cause u know im realy
(Uh, uh, uuuuhhh x3) Hello, there's something that you wanna tell me And I know, you always look at me so naughty Don't go, cause I'ma gonna keep you
I've got a feeling that it's gonna be alright, We don't know where we're goin' and I don't know where I'm at, I'm kinda thinkin' I don't like nobody else
{We about to set this motherfucker 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
Hands Up Get your hands up Throw your hands up Get your hands up Throw your hands up Get your hands up Throw your hands up Get your hands up Brothers
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I look around, I see a million different faces But no one's lookin' in my eyes It takes a minute when I'm in these different places To realize All we
[EightBall] Yeah All my playa niggaz throw your hands up And all my thug niggaz throw your guns up Weak niggaz give your funds up, to these hoes Distance
Put your hands up, put your hands up Put your hands up, put your hands up for Detroit Our lovely city Put your hands up, put your hands up for Detroit
I was hoping I would find you hear But instead I found myself struck dumb By the ease with which you could say no And you can't shoot me my hands are
Oh, it's the strangest thing I wasn't looking out for anything My boat had just set sail I was flying as the wind prevailed What did you think you were
Hands up, baby, hands up Gimme your heart, gimme, gimme your heart Give it, give it Hands up, baby, hands up Gimme your heart, gimme, gimme All your
Life is the secret that's sitting right in front of you. Past the hand full of regret and anti-social point of view. Yea you're sick yea you're tired
Hands up Coming with rhythms to make your head jerk Hands up We makin' the whole joint short circuit Hands high Touch the sky Get 'em up Get 'em up,
Where my niggas is at Where my niggas is at Where my niggas, where my niggas Where my niggas is at Where my niggas is at Where my niggas is at Where