Put Your Hands Up

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Ms. Sancha] We shootin' up the club, this a stick up All you haters put your hands up, put your hands up We shootin' up the club, this a stick up Fake Gs put your hands up, put your hands up I step into the club with the gangsta lean Heels high, dress short, I can feel the breeze Ain't no place I can hide the heat Ain't no place I could stash the trees But that's ok, Sancha got a cold team LPG so deep that it might seem Like we got the whole Southside on lock We roll with the whole block I move to the bar, pushin' up to the front 'Cause a hard-ass shot is what I want I'll take tequila, foo, gimme Patron Tell the homie Capone start breakin' his own 'Cause we 'bout to crack off some gangsta shit Have security throwin' a fit Got the whole damn club hot, all up in smoke They kick us out so we shoot 'em up, all she wrote [Chorus: Ms. Sancha] I stay rollin' in my low-low, smoking' hydro, 'cause you know I stay gangsta'd up I keep it Southside SD I'm a OG so you know I stay gangsta'd up Another gangsta boogie Fool get your walk on Another gangsta boogie Real Gs don't dance Another gangsta boogie Get your two-step on Another gangsta boogie Real Gs don't dance [Verse 2: Royal T] Make it bounce, baby, do your thing You down to represent that Low Pro gang You a gangsta bitch, and baby I fucking love it Got you doing hollas and you think nothing of it We walk up in the club 25 deep Heavy talkin' to the bitches that we love to meet Girl, I love your look and I love your style Bend over, bitch, do it doggystyle I hold on your hair, that's what gangstas do I shoot it in your face 'cause you love it, boo Heavy deepthroat suckin' until I'm through Then I go back in, I ain't finished with you Come on, you a nasty little freak Bang you in my house 7 days a week 3 or 4 times a day It's your daddy Royal T Girl you know I don't play, come on [Chorus: Ms. Sancha] I stay rollin' in my low-low, smoking' hydro, 'cause you know I stay gangsta'd up I keep it Southside SD I'm a OG so you know I stay gangsta'd up Another gangsta boogie Fool get your walk on Another gangsta boogie Real Gs don't dance Another gangsta boogie Get your two-step on Another gangsta boogie Real Gs don't dance [Post-Chorus: Ms. Sancha] We shootin' up the club, this a stick up All you haters put your hands up, put your hands up We shootin' up the club, this a stick up Fake Gs put your hands up, put your hands up [Verse 3: Bullet Nasty] Boogie with these thugs ma, boogies with these playas Low Profile gangstas, we down for whatever Catch me in the club, crease down, Dickies saggin' Low Pro chains spinnin' with 5 carat diamonds Hoochies grindin', they gotta be tamed Spanish fly mamacita, remember the name Two steps in the building, already gettin' clumped Ain't no bullshittin' out here, we got the crunk Bullet loc be the name, walk in and spit game Holler at these hoochies and we run that train Got her suckin' on cock givin' the homies brain Butt naked in the club she ain't got no shame [Chorus: Ms. Sancha] I stay rollin' in my low-low, smoking' hydro, 'cause you know I stay gangsta'd up I keep it Southside SD I'm a OG so you know I stay gangsta'd up Another gangsta boogie Fool get your walk on Another gangsta boogie Real Gs don't dance Another gangsta boogie Get your two-step on Another gangsta boogie Real Gs don't dance [Post-Chorus: Ms. Sancha] We shootin' up the club, this a stick up All you haters put your hands up, put your hands up We shootin' up the club, this a stick up Fake Gs put your hands up, put your hands up [Outro] Gangsta boogie Gangsta boogie Gangsta boogie Gangsta boogie