Текст (слова) песни: Ll Cool J - Put Your Hands Up

{We about to setthis motherfucker off in here tonight!}
{It be like da, da, da-da-da, da}
{This that real shit dawg, real shit dawg.. c`mon, c`mon, come}
{What you say?} Mr. Smith
{Nigga, what you say?} I said my name is Mr. Smith
{Yo, I want you to state the business}
{You know what I want y`all to do?} Do your thing, do your thing,uhh

[Chorus]
{I said put your hands in the motherfuckin air - where?}
{Put your hands in the motherfuckin air}
{I know you like hoes} Yes {I know you got cars} Yes
{I know you spit bars} Yes {I know you like stars}
{But put your hands in the motherfuckin air - you hear me?}
{Put your hands in the motherfuckin air - LADIES}
{I know your nails done} Yes {I know your hair done} Yes
{I know your toes done} Yes {I know you look good - bitch}
{But put your hands in the motherfuckin air - right}
{Put your hands in the motherfuckin air - c`mon, c`mon}
{BITCH!} Uhh {BITCH!} Uhh uhh
{BITCH!} Uhh {BITCH!} Uhh uhh

[LL Cool J]
Papi way too pimply to live this fast life simply
Please squeeze at them twin armored Bentleys, I love envy
Evidently, the pesos made `em resent me
Cause I clown on `em, pull they broad gently, leave the bar empty
I pimp Benzoes, you smell cherry air freshener
Leather and indo, I cruise slow spit slick lingo
You might mingle with more stars than Ringo
on the beach in Santo Domingo lightin trees with singles
But I`m a mandingo I make your guts tingle
`til your doorknockers jingle, stack chips like Pringles
Ball like the Bengals, spread love like Kris Kringle
Get paid off the single, let them dollars co-mingle
Baby, baby, deep dish is chrome, navy
Gray interior you feel inferior, it`s crazy
It`s over baby your vision`s hazy they plantin daisies
You tried to play me but couldn`t fade me that`s why they pay me

[Chorus] w/ minor variations

[LL Cool J]
Since I dropped "I`m Bad" I`ve been in Jags with nicklebags
Hoes I had give better blows than Felix Trinidad
One I had flew her Benz in from Baghdad
with personalized tags, chrome mags and Prada bags
I refused to stab, now she cryin in the rehab
Wishin while reminiscin about all the sessions we had
You knew all the positions to keep me on a mission
Put the Playstation 2 in your Limited Expedition
You`re the mami I kept dipped, slept wit, crept wit
Once you got needy and greedy sweetie I flipped like a brick
Sharin my oochie spendin my chips
like I`m up in the Bricks politickin for new flicks
On the FreakNik tip, grabbin your phattie on the 6
I ain`t faded by them hips
I split, just like Xzibit from Tha Liks (X)
I got major bread to break
Recipes for cake, keys to V`s and estates, I`m straight

[Chorus] w/ minor variations

[LL Cool J]
Ride.. aww yeah, that`s crazy
E Mr. New York Knicks, B. Daltry
Violators, "Rock the Bells"
T Rhone, get money, Markee, we doin this
{Violator, Violator 2, 2, we out - freeze!}

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Меню » Главная » Музыка » Правила » В избранное	Музыка RU: 0-9 А Б В Г Д Е Ж З И К Л М Н О П Р С Т У Ф Х Ц Ч Ш Щ Э Ю Я EN: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z Текст (слова) песни: Ll Cool J - Put Your Hands Up {We about to setthis motherfucker off in here tonight!} {It be like da, da, da-da-da, da} {This that real shit dawg, real shit dawg.. c`mon, c`mon, come} {What you say?} Mr. Smith {Nigga, what you say?} I said my name is Mr. Smith {Yo, I want you to state the business} {You know what I want y`all to do?} Do your thing, do your thing,uhh [Chorus] {I said put your hands in the motherfuckin air - where?} {Put your hands in the motherfuckin air} {I know you like hoes} Yes {I know you got cars} Yes {I know you spit bars} Yes {I know you like stars} {But put your hands in the motherfuckin air - you hear me?} {Put your hands in the motherfuckin air - LADIES} {I know your nails done} Yes {I know your hair done} Yes {I know your toes done} Yes {I know you look good - bitch} {But put your hands in the motherfuckin air - right} {Put your hands in the motherfuckin air - c`mon, c`mon} {BITCH!} Uhh {BITCH!} Uhh uhh {BITCH!} Uhh {BITCH!} Uhh uhh [LL Cool J] Papi way too pimply to live this fast life simply Please squeeze at them twin armored Bentleys, I love envy Evidently, the pesos made `em resent me Cause I clown on `em, pull they broad gently, leave the bar empty I pimp Benzoes, you smell cherry air freshener Leather and indo, I cruise slow spit slick lingo You might mingle with more stars than Ringo on the beach in Santo Domingo lightin trees with singles But I`m a mandingo I make your guts tingle `til your doorknockers jingle, stack chips like Pringles Ball like the Bengals, spread love like Kris Kringle Get paid off the single, let them dollars co-mingle Baby, baby, deep dish is chrome, navy Gray interior you feel inferior, it`s crazy It`s over baby your vision`s hazy they plantin daisies You tried to play me but couldn`t fade me that`s why they pay me [Chorus] w/ minor variations [LL Cool J] Since I dropped "I`m Bad" I`ve been in Jags with nicklebags Hoes I had give better blows than Felix Trinidad One I had flew her Benz in from Baghdad with personalized tags, chrome mags and Prada bags I refused to stab, now she cryin in the rehab Wishin while reminiscin about all the sessions we had You knew all the positions to keep me on a mission Put the Playstation 2 in your Limited Expedition You`re the mami I kept dipped, slept wit, crept wit Once you got needy and greedy sweetie I flipped like a brick Sharin my oochie spendin my chips like I`m up in the Bricks politickin for new flicks On the FreakNik tip, grabbin your phattie on the 6 I ain`t faded by them hips I split, just like Xzibit from Tha Liks (X) I got major bread to break Recipes for cake, keys to V`s and estates, I`m straight [Chorus] w/ minor variations [LL Cool J] Ride.. aww yeah, that`s crazy E Mr. New York Knicks, B. Daltry Violators, "Rock the Bells" T Rhone, get money, Markee, we doin this {Violator, Violator 2, 2, we out - freeze!} Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни Put Your Hands Up: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/111/1/6968.html Все тексты песен: Ll Cool J » Ll Cool J - I Shot Ya » Ll Cool J - I Shot Ya » Ll Cool J - Nobody Can Freak You » Ll Cool J - One Shot at Love » Ll Cool J - Big Ole Butt » Ll Cool J - The Power Of God » Ll Cool J - I Need a Beat * » Ll Cool J - Def Jam In The Motherland » Ll Cool J - 6 Minutes Of Pleasure » Ll Cool J - Why Do You Think They Call It Dope? » Ll Cool J - Hey Lover » Ll Cool J - I`m Bad » Ll Cool J - Hollis To Hollywood » Ll Cool J - Jingling Baby » Ll Cool J - Strictly Business soundtrack » Ll Cool J - Def Jam In The Motherland » Ll Cool J - The Boomin System » Ll Cool J - Farmers » Ll Cool J - LL Cool J » Ll Cool J - 6 Minutes of Pleasure Рекомендуем скачать: » Зоя Ященко, Олег Заливако - Австралия » Заречный Гриша - Инспектору » Застольные песни - Серебряные свадьбы » Заира Аминова - Лето » Зоя Ященко - Вы » Застольные песни - Глобус » Зинур Миналиев - Песня автомобилиста » Зоопарк, Майк Науменко - Белая ночь (белое тепло) » Звуки МУ, Петр Мамонов - Парашютист » Застольные песни - Если я заболею » Золотое кольцо - Бежит ручей » Звинцов Александр - Долгая зима » Звуки МУ, Петр Мамонов - Солдатская песня » Земфира - Дай мне руку (я пожму её) » Застольные песни - Вечерний звон » Земфира - Трафик » Золотое кольцо - Огней так много золотых » Звуки МУ, Петр Мамонов - Маша » Злата Кудинова - Вот и конец, и начало всех дорог... » Застольные песни - Белым снегом
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