Lirik Lagu Throw Your Hands Up - Eightball & MJG F/ Outkast
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[Eightball]Bitch, I ain't got nothing but time, so I'ma get out on these cutsand grind, keep my mind on cloud twenty-ninemy player ways keep me with plenty dimes,see I'ma shine like all six of my gold teeth,when a nigga get through cooking up, this O-Z,all night on the block til the sun rise,my only friend is a glock with the 4-5Four five in the mornin it don't stop,day dreamin bout flousin tha drop top, (woop)blue lights snap me back to realityI hit the alley quick and toss what I got on meTricks ain't got shit to do but harass,search tha nigga and took about a three in cash,I guess that's better than gettin locked up,or gettin jammed with that shit I had rocked up, huh!
Chorus:Now I heard that the South is where yo folks from,down in the bottoms where they broke some,whips cross a nigga back, way back,and now they wonder why we act, how we act,gold teeth and heavy chevys, and talking slow,afros & loud ass Italian clothes,People bar-be-quein in the front yardMoney from the first of the month card!
[Eightball]If anybody out their hear me get ya hands up,If anybody out their feel me get ya hands up,If anybody out their hear me get ya hands up,If anybody out their feel me get ya hands up!
[MJG]I got a maid cooking grits, with a, outfit,so tight my niggas wanna stay the whole niteDice game in the kitchen, nigga, T. LeeNigga drunk singin sounding like tha Bee GeesHam sam'ich in the driveway, drop topnaked women in tha den playing, hop scotchThirty bustas in my yard, they be, long goneSo hit me and I'ma keep my, phone onI be out turning corners, dranking, one fifthGot some scratches on my rims, cause of one dipMet a broad yesterday, she hit me, ten times,if I diss her it'll take a nigga ten linesMJG standing tall and I, won't foldYou can have all the bitches, cause I, don't holdon to any woman like a human hand cuffYou got ya hair down baby fuck it, stand up!
(Repeat chorus)
[Eightball]If anybody out their hear me get ya hands up,If anybody out their feel me get ya hands up,If anybody out their hear me get ya hands up,If anybody out their feel me get ya hands up!
[Big Boi]How many flows can I compose, I drop this slang like lyrical bows,stickin out just like an OUTKAST, over thornt from StimmerGroves,like nachos, the lyrics are crispy, crackin when y'all bite,been had a coke and a smile, now I'm trippin off Yak & Sprite,y'all just might seem to skunk out, with a girl who chunked out,below the Mason-Dixon line, real niggas know what I'm talkin about,from Texas, Atlanta, oh man, Alabama, Savannah,The deeper the darker tha dirty south is what I'm after,no laughter, the content of the rhyme may be contagiousThe Space Age is pimpin this, players comin major,they shot the psycho that sprayed, cut ya wife and played herThe player the B.I.G, B.O.I, dope boy rhyme maker,beats by the layers, of music right here to please you,but if ain't that dirty then patna see we don't need you,you know I'm talkin boutOutKast, Eightball, MJG on y'all punk motherfuckers!
(Repeat chorus)
[Eightball]If anybody out their hear me get ya hands up,If anybody out their feel me get ya hands up,If anybody out their hear me get ya hands up,If anybody out their feel me get ya hands up!
[Andre Benjamin]You wouldn't understand, if you stood under it (ooh),it's like the more that I talk to you tha dumber that I get,the closer that I walk to you, the further that we stand,apart distance, nobody has the upper hand but my bodies resistance,so now, throw your filangies in tha ground,I'm still abound, un-believers stay from hell aroundI found negatives niggas they only keep ya down,transmitting from Native American burial groundsI carry around, the weight of all worlds on my shoulderpadsum post ta blast space invaders up somebodys dadSerious as Aa-Bb-Cc, if knowledge be the key thenbut it roasted on the porch, and wait for ya momma to get off workSo she can roast yo ass, either to finda open window fastWord to the motherfucker, word to the motherfuckerWord to the motherfucker!
(Repeat chorus)
[Eightball]If anybody out their hear me get ya hands up,If anybody out their feel me get ya hands up,If anybody out their hear me get ya hands up,If anybody out their feel me get ya hands up!
Chorus:Now I heard that the South is where yo folks from,down in the bottoms where they broke some,whips cross a nigga back, way back,and now they wonder why we act, how we act,gold teeth and heavy chevys, and talking slow,afros & loud ass Italian clothes,People bar-be-quein in the front yardMoney from the first of the month card!
[Eightball]If anybody out their hear me get ya hands up,If anybody out their feel me get ya hands up,If anybody out their hear me get ya hands up,If anybody out their feel me get ya hands up!
[MJG]I got a maid cooking grits, with a, outfit,so tight my niggas wanna stay the whole niteDice game in the kitchen, nigga, T. LeeNigga drunk singin sounding like tha Bee GeesHam sam'ich in the driveway, drop topnaked women in tha den playing, hop scotchThirty bustas in my yard, they be, long goneSo hit me and I'ma keep my, phone onI be out turning corners, dranking, one fifthGot some scratches on my rims, cause of one dipMet a broad yesterday, she hit me, ten times,if I diss her it'll take a nigga ten linesMJG standing tall and I, won't foldYou can have all the bitches, cause I, don't holdon to any woman like a human hand cuffYou got ya hair down baby fuck it, stand up!
(Repeat chorus)
[Eightball]If anybody out their hear me get ya hands up,If anybody out their feel me get ya hands up,If anybody out their hear me get ya hands up,If anybody out their feel me get ya hands up!
[Big Boi]How many flows can I compose, I drop this slang like lyrical bows,stickin out just like an OUTKAST, over thornt from StimmerGroves,like nachos, the lyrics are crispy, crackin when y'all bite,been had a coke and a smile, now I'm trippin off Yak & Sprite,y'all just might seem to skunk out, with a girl who chunked out,below the Mason-Dixon line, real niggas know what I'm talkin about,from Texas, Atlanta, oh man, Alabama, Savannah,The deeper the darker tha dirty south is what I'm after,no laughter, the content of the rhyme may be contagiousThe Space Age is pimpin this, players comin major,they shot the psycho that sprayed, cut ya wife and played herThe player the B.I.G, B.O.I, dope boy rhyme maker,beats by the layers, of music right here to please you,but if ain't that dirty then patna see we don't need you,you know I'm talkin boutOutKast, Eightball, MJG on y'all punk motherfuckers!
(Repeat chorus)
[Eightball]If anybody out their hear me get ya hands up,If anybody out their feel me get ya hands up,If anybody out their hear me get ya hands up,If anybody out their feel me get ya hands up!
[Andre Benjamin]You wouldn't understand, if you stood under it (ooh),it's like the more that I talk to you tha dumber that I get,the closer that I walk to you, the further that we stand,apart distance, nobody has the upper hand but my bodies resistance,so now, throw your filangies in tha ground,I'm still abound, un-believers stay from hell aroundI found negatives niggas they only keep ya down,transmitting from Native American burial groundsI carry around, the weight of all worlds on my shoulderpadsum post ta blast space invaders up somebodys dadSerious as Aa-Bb-Cc, if knowledge be the key thenbut it roasted on the porch, and wait for ya momma to get off workSo she can roast yo ass, either to finda open window fastWord to the motherfucker, word to the motherfuckerWord to the motherfucker!
(Repeat chorus)
[Eightball]If anybody out their hear me get ya hands up,If anybody out their feel me get ya hands up,If anybody out their hear me get ya hands up,If anybody out their feel me get ya hands up!
