Off the Wall

Lyrics

[Intro: Skillz, Doug E. Fresh sample] Crowd around, everybody And everybody crowd around while I count it off One, two, three, party people, check this out Woo, oh, uh, uh, oh Ha, we at it again, uh-huh Yeah, we at it again We at it again Uh-huh, yeah, yeah [Verse 1: Skillz] Well, it's the flow flow, straight from the V, yo And guess who I got bangin' on the beats, though (Who that is?) Ask a friend, Timbaland It's the VA kid, Skillz, and he at it again And I spit for the old cats, dudes in the throwbacks Chicks with they new weaves, dimes with they old tracks Playas with they gators and that pimp game notion OG's, khakis, three-wheel motion Tuck the brim and I don't spit for girls I'm like the wind, if I don't move, it's something wrong with the world And by now, I'm looking for an outlet I see you, mami, chillin' in your littlе outfit I'm tryna find something suitable, something bеautiful Something to have me like "Woo-hoo!" So if you in here, let's make this clear I'm tryna see your hands up in the atmosphere, yeah [Chorus: Skillz] Get your back up off the wall Let me see them hands, come on, put 'em up Get 'em up, y'all, yeah, we at it again Keep 'em up, y'all, yeah, we at it again Get your back up off the wall Let me see them hands, come on, put 'em up Get 'em up, y'all, yeah, we at it again Keep 'em up, y'all, yeah, we at it again [Verse 2: Skillz] Yo, I rep hard like B.I.G And since Jordan got bum knees, kids wanna be like me I'm in Dream, sitting with a dime in VIP You in line dreaming about getting in VIP See, we different, playboy, compare me to none You in your hard bottoms, son, I'm in my Air Force Ones It's like mics, once I rip 'em then I'm done It's too many broads in here, you better get you one Ain't it funny what I said jumped over your head My words walk, dog, it's like my words got legs And I don't talk with ya, I bring the thing to your head Smash spleens, leave a little gasoline in your bed Break an arm, break a leg, we don't break instead Y'all tryna break us but we too busy breaking this bread And we taking it there, we don't make nothing soft Wherever we go it's for sure we get the jumpoff jumped off [Chorus: Skillz] Get your back up off the wall Let me see them hands, come on, put 'em up Get 'em up, y'all, yeah, we at it again Keep 'em up, y'all, yeah, we at it again Get your back up off the wall Let me see them hands, come on, put 'em up Get 'em up, y'all, yeah, we at it again Keep 'em up, y'all, yeah, we at it again [Verse 3: Skillz] Yeah, see, it's war time, the kid done came up Man, I got too many methods, it's time to bring the pain up And punks jump up and try to put them thangs up And get lunched with the punch, all Sugar Shane'd up See how them mouths go down when my name's up Since I came in the game I've been pulling them reins up You high-strung, you look like Wayne, you young buck Get a mouth on your medallion 'cause your little chains suck And we back with the heat in the flow Got your boy Timbaland beatin' down the door Dawg, we don't slip and that ish be for sure And as far as this paper, I'ma get it and I'ma go We the bomb, player, y'all just song-sharers Thugs at night, daytime thong wearers Put something in the air, middle fingers or hands "Off the Wall" brought to you by Skillz and Timbaland, oh [Chorus: Skillz] Get your back up off the wall Let me see them hands, come on, put 'em up Get 'em up, y'all, yeah, we at it again Keep 'em up, y'all, yeah, we at it again Get your back up off the wall Let me see them hands, come on, put 'em up Get 'em up, y'all, yeah, we at it again Keep 'em up, y'all, yeah, we at it again, oh