T.I. Lyrics

Album: I'M SERIOUS

Hands Up Lyrics

[Man speaking]

 We going to Cuba wit' this one

 Yea, I been rehabilitated, rejuvicated

 And most important:relocated

 So now, with no further to do

 

 [Hook 2x]

 Now ladies stand up

 Or if you wit' me shake ya titties

 Throw your hands up

 And all the ballers poppin' bottles throw a grand up

 And if you feeling like I'm feeling keep them hands up

 And keep ya hands up

 

 Hey, from the sunrise to the midnight star

 I'm by far the hottest new thing the South seen

 Bringing sixteen bars, got six clean cars

 Vert's, Hoops, four doors, do momo's, and Tahoes

 Star hoes, yo hoes is our hoes

 Keri pullin up to the Shark Bar on the Northstar

 Wit' a Puerto Rican porn star

 We in La Vida La Loca

 See you can't flow like me or rock a show like me

 Get dough like me 

 Shouldn't signed 'em, he ain't gon' blow like me

 But give me a quarter of his bonus and half his budget

 And I guarantee he go double but if you don't, you in trouble

 It's gon' take him three coupes just for him to recoup'

 Or witness shawty flop, like the last three groups

 While I'm in Cancun' 'round see-thru's on a three week cruise

 It'll take more than the likes of these fools to make me lose

 Sheesh, floppin is something I can't see

 Ladies, obey the chorus

 Shake ya titties for me please

 

 [Hook (2x)]

 

 Uh, I came to blow the spot

 Hit the club wit' cheddar knots

 Ridin wit' a badder bitch

 You gonna get or ever got

 Try me boy, you better not

 Shawty and I'm very hot

 Toting forty cap, forty five nine's every glock

 Blow you up in that very spot you standing in

 Then vanishing

 Undo this manana then, throw away this can and then

 Back to poppin mo and blow and dro and money handlin'

 You and your lil' posse can not stop me and this clan I'm in

 While you slanderin', you better ask ya gul who the man again

 Turning out a superstar back into a fan again

 Damagin' all who peek, line 'em all in the street

 I'll do 'em one at a time wit' one line on one beat

 Say ya almost gold, that's what I sold in one week

 Got a flock of freaks, while you hold on to one biich

 I'm like a Pez dispenser, shawty, I spit treats

 The nigga who even sound good on a bullshit beat

 

 [Hook (2x)]

 

 Well pussy nigga, you can like it, you can love it

 You can bite it, you can dub it

 But you can't do it how we does it

 When we ballin' in public

 Where the grill full of gold or Seville full of hoes

 Wood wheels and some Voe's or hun'ed gold spokes

 I park at the club and a hun'ed hoes choke

 Spark up some dubs, let them hun'ed hoes blow

 I run game to get the hoe once they act like I can't run it no mo'

 I stunt them hoes broke and her money po' po'

 You can't smoke the way we smoke if you ain't smokin' no dro'

 Drink the way we drink wit no Hen' and no Mo'

 You can't ride the way we ride if you ain't slammin Benz do's

 Can't ball wit' me if you got eight but can only spend fo'

 You ain't VIP like me and can't be searching your coat

 Ain't no P.I. like me if you ain't workin' no hoes

 Can't do the shit we do, the way we do wit' no dough

 That's like trying to win a ballgame, if you ain't takin no score

 

 [Hook (4x)]