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8 Ball (Eightball)

Hands in the Air

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Текст песни 8 Ball (Eightball) - Hands in the Air

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[Eightball]Okay; comin` from the top of myDome when I`m droppin` myOwn type of style, andAin`t nobody stoppin` myRise to the very topHit `em up wit` all I gotSuperstar; no I`m notGreen weed; black glockEverybody want a pieceDirty like a pair `a cleatsNiggers run their mouth a lotLike bitches and parakeets(whoa) How you love that pimpin`(whoa) I`m so cold wit` it(whoa) Make all the boys wanna do it just because I did itI`m like a legend orSome kind of prophecySent here to set you freeDress, player, follow meInto another worldDeep inside your own soulThis shit here way bigger than tattoos and cornrollsThis not `bout makin` doughNot `bout no fakin` yoNot `bout who`s rich `o po`Not `bout who niggaz knowThis here `bout you and meThis here `bout poetryThis here `bout who we beIf you in here with me[Chorus]Keep your ears wide openThis is all grill no jokin`Throw your motherfuckin` hands up in the airIf you feel me throw your hands up in the airBetter keep your ears openThis is all grill no boastin`Throw your hands up in the motherfuckin` airIf you feel me throw your hands up in the airThe motherfuckin` aaaaair[Eightball]Nigga you don`t know meWhy you niggaz wanna beef?All in my grill likeYou the papparazziBoy I was fulla gameWay before this rap thangReal `fore the money cameThat`s why I will never changeMe - ain`t nobody likeEven though they try to beNiggaz think they are but they ain`t fuckin` with me lyric`ly(Yo) I was born wit` itDin`t nobody teach it to meOver hot beefTell you `bout what the streets did to me(Yo) Chose me to be aProphet and lead my peopleMurder non-believersWith lyrics that are lethalI hit `em heavy with itYo I stay ready wit` itCome try to test me wit` itRegret you ever didCall who a pimp andI got my own backYou got them baby paper?I got them grown stacksBut this ain`t `bout no breadNot `bout what niggaz saidNot `bout what hoes believeIf you in here with me[Chorus][Eightball]Yeah I gotta go againJust to let you know the dealEight ways to companyBeats come from doin` real (yeah)We the niggaz should not nobody be fuckin wit`Slayer riders Chopper cityHad you bitches doubled quickThis ain`t `bout who rap the bestThis ain`t `bout who got the mostThis is not no gangsta rapThis ain`t `bout no pimps and hoesThis here ain`t no country shitAin`t no way to label thisMemphis where I come fromOrange mile veteranWhat I represent - whoever live in povertyHard working niggaz thatTry to hustle honestlyAnd I represent whoLookin` good and feelin` niceNiggaz on there drinkin` `droFresh clothes; full of ice(Yeah) We gon` keep this slummin` comin` with the dirtiest(Yeah) If you from the gutter then I know you heard of thisThis ain`t bout where you fromThis ain`t bout where you beThis here `bout feelin freeIf you in here with me[Chorus][Eightball]Go `head and put `em upPut your hands where I can see `emPut your hands where I can see `emGo `head and put `em upPut your hands where I can see `emPut your hands where I can see `em[unknown voice talking]Yeah, eight ways, doo-rillaCode lineSlab two is goin` down babyThis your boy MilwaukeeStop prayin`

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