Throw Your Hands Up

Lyrics

[Verse 1: 8Ball] Bitch, I ain't got nothin' but time So, I'ma get out on these cuts and grind Keep my mind on cloud twenty-nine My player ways, keep me with plenty dimes See, I'ma shine like all six of my gold teeth (Yeah) When a nigga get through cooking up this O-Z (Yeah) All night on the block 'til the sun rise (Yeah) My only friend is a Glock, with the four-five Four, five in the mornin', it don't stop Daydreamin' 'bout flossin' a drop-top (Woop!) Blue lights snap me back to reality (Ugh) I hit the alley quick and toss what I got on me Tricks ain't got shit to do but harass Searched a 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: MJG & 8Ball] 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 talkin' slow Afros and loud ass Italian clothes People barbecuein' in the front yard Money from the first of the month card! If anybody out there hear me, get your hands up If anybody out there feel me, get your hands up If anybody out there hear me, get your hands up If anybody out there feel me, get your hands up [Verse 2: MJG] I got a maid cookin' grits, with a outfit, so tight My niggas wanna stay the whole night Dice game in the kitchen, nigga, T. Lee Nigga drunk, singin', sounding like the Bee Gees Ham sammich in the driveway, drop-top Naked women in the den, playin' hopscotch Thirty busters in my yard, they be long gone So, hit me and I'ma keep my phone on I be out turnin' corners, drinkin' one fifth Got some scratches on my rims, 'cause of one dip Met a broad yesterday, she hit me ten times If I diss her, it'll take a nigga ten lines MJG standing tall, and I won't fold You can have all the bitches, 'cause I don't hold— Onto any woman like a human handcuff You got your hair down, baby, fuck it, stand up! [Chorus: MJG & 8Ball] 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 talkin' slow Afros and loud ass Italian clothes People barbecuein' in the front yard Money from the first of the month card! If anybody out there hear me, get your hands up If anybody out there feel me, get your hands up If anybody out there hear me, get your hands up If anybody out there feel me, get your hands up [Verse 3: Big Boi] How many flows can I compose? I drop this slang like lyrical 'bows Stickin' out just like an outcast or a thorn from stem of rose Like nachos, the lyrics are crispy Crackin' when y'all bite (Bite) Been had a Coke and a smile, now I'm trippin' off 'gnac & Sprite Y'all just might see me skunk-eyed, with a girl who chunked-thighed Below the Mason-Dixon line, real niggas know what I'm talkin' about From Texas to Atlanta, oh man, Alabama, Savannah The deeper, the darker, the Dirty South is what I'm after No laughter, the content of the rhyme may be contagious The Space Age-est Pimpin'-est players, comin' major It shocked ya, psycho bitch, sprayed ya, cut your wife and played her The player, the B-I-G, B-O-I, dope boy rhyme maker Beats, rhymes, and layers of music right here to please you And if you hate the Dirty, then partner, see, we don't need you You know, I'm talkin 'bout? OutKast, Eightball, MJG on y'all punk motherfuckers! [Chorus: MJG & 8Ball] 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 talkin' slow Afros and loud-ass Italian clothes People barbecuin' in the front yard Money from the first of the month card! If anybody out there hear me, get your hands up If anybody out there feel me, get your hands up If anybody out there hear me, get your hands up If anybody out there feel me, get your hands up [Verse 4: André 3000] You wouldn't understand, if you stood under it (Ooh!) It's like, the more that I talk to you, the dumber that I get (Yeah...) The closer that I walk to you, the further that we stand (Okay) Apart, distant (Yeah) Nobody has the upper hand, but my body's resistant So now, throw your phalanges to the ground (Aight) I'm stellar bound, non-believers stay from hell around I've found negative niggas, they only keep ya down Transmittin' from Native American burial ground (Ugh) I carry around (Ugh) the weight of all worlds on my shoulder pads (Ugh) I'm posed to blast, 'Space Invaders' up somebody's dad Serious as A (A!), B (B!), C (C!) If knowledge be the key, then buddy bro, sit it on the porch (Ooh) And wait for ya mama to get off work, so she can roast yo' ass In need to find an open window fast (Word to the motherfucker) (Word to the motherfucker, word to the motherfucker) [Chorus: MJG & 8Ball] 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 talkin' slow Afros and loud ass Italian clothes People barbecuein' in the front yard Money from the first of the month card! If anybody out there hear me, get ya hands up If anybody out there feel me, get ya hands up If anybody out there hear me, get ya hands up If anybody out there feel me, get ya hands up