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8 Ball

Hands in the Air

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492 3 часа назад

Текст песни 8 Ball - Hands in the Air

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[Intro:]Okay...[Verse 1:]Сomin' 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 wanna pieceDirty like a pair of cleatsNiggers run their mouth a lotLike bitches and parakeets (WOW)How you want that pimpin' (WOW)I'm so cold wit' it (WOW)Make other boys wanna do itJust because I did itI'm like a legend orSome kind of prophecySent here to set you freeFresh player, follow meInto another worldDeep inside your own soulThis shit here way biggerThan tattoos and cornrowsThis not 'bout makin' doughNot 'bout no fakin' yoNot 'bout who's rich or 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 real 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 real no boastin'Throw your hands up in the motherfuckin' airIf you feel me throw your hands up in the airThe motherfuckin' aaaaair[Verse 2:]Nigga you don't know meWhy you niggaz wanna beAll 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 areBut they ain't fucking with me lyrically (Yo)I was born with itDidn't nobody teach it to meOver hot beatTell 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 wit' itYo I stay ready wit' itCome try to test me wit' itRegret you ever did itCall 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][Verse 3:]Yeah, I gotta go againJust to let you know the deal8 Ways to companyBeats come from Dew Real (YEAH)We the niggaz shouldn'tNobody be fuckin wit'Slayer riders, Chopper cityHad you bitches doubled quick (gun shots)This 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 representWhoever live in povertyHard working niggaz thatTry to hustle honestlyAnd I represent whoLookin' good and feelin' niceNiggaz on there drank 'n' droFresh clothes full of ice (Yeah)We gon' keep this slummin'Comin' with the dirtiest (Yeah)If you from the gutterThen 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][Outro: 2x]Go ahead and put 'em upPut your hands where I can see 'emPut your hands where I can see 'em[8 Ball talking:]Yeah,8 WaysDew ReallaCo LewSlab 2 is goin' down, babyThis your boy MilwaukeeStop playing...

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