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8ball mjg - throw your hands up lyrics

[eightball]
b-tch, i ain’t got nothin’ but time
so i’ma get out on these cuts and grind
keep my mind on cloud twenty-nine
my player ways keep me with plenty dimes
see, i’ma shine like all six of my gold teeth
when a n-gg- get through cooking up this oz
all night on the block ’til the sunrise
my only friend is the glock with the .45
four, five in the mornin,’ it don’t stop
day dreamin’ ’bout flossin’ a drop top
blue lights snap me back to reality
i hit the alley quick and toss what i got on me
tricks ain’t got sh-t to do but har-ss
search the n-gg-, and took about a three in cash
i guess that’s better than gettin’ locked up
or gettin’ jammed with that sh-t i had rocked up, huh?

[mjg]
now i heard that the south is where your folks from
down in the bottoms where they broke soft
whips ‘cross a n-gg- back, way back
and now they wonder why we act how we act
gold teeth and heavy chevys and talking slower
afros and loud–ss italian clothes
people barbecuing in the front yard
money from the first of the month card

[eightball]
if anybody out there hear me, get ya hands up
if anybody out there feel me, get ya hands up
if anybody out there hear me, get ya hands up
if anybody out there feel me, get ya hands up

[mjg]
i got a maid cooking grits, with a outfit
so tight my n-gg-s wanna stay the whole night
dice game in the kitchen, n-gg-, t. lee
n-gg- drunk singin,’ soundin’ like the bee gees
ham sandwitch in the driveway, drop top
naked women in the den playing hop scotch
thirty bustas in my yard, they be long gone
so hit me, and i’ma keep my phone on
i be out turnin’ corners, drinking one fifth
got some scratches on my rims, ’cause of one dip
met a broad yesterday, she hit me ten times
if i diss her it’ll take a n-gg- ten lines
mjg standing tall and i won’t fold
you can have all the b-tches, ’cause i don’t hold
on to any woman like a human handcuff
you got ya head down, baby, f-ck it, stand up

now i heard that the south is where your folks from
down in the bottoms where they broke soft
whips ‘cross a n-gg- back, way back
and now they wonder why we act how we act
gold teeth and heavy chevys and talking slower
afros and loud–ss italian clothes
people barbecuing in the front yard
money from the first of the month card

[eightball]
if anybody out there hear me, get ya hands up
if anybody out there feel me, get ya hands up
if anybody out there hear me, get ya hands up
if anybody out there feel me, get ya hands up

[big boi]
how many flows can i compose, i drop this slang like lyrical bows
stickin’ out just like an outkast, over th-rnt from stimmergroves
like nachos, the lyrics are crispy, crackin’ when y’all bite
been had a c-ke and a smile, now i’m trippin off ‘yac and sprite
y’all just might see me skunked out with a girl who chunked out
below the mason-dixon line, real n-gg-s know what i’m talkin’ about
from texas, atlanta, oh man, alabama, savannah
the deeper, the darker, the dirty south is what i’m after
no laughter, the content of the rhyme may be contagious
the sp-ce age is pimpin,’ this is playas comin’ major
they shot just like i sprayed ya, cut ya wife and played her
the player, the b-i-g b-o-i, dope boy rhyme maker
beats, tryin’ to layer some music right here to please you
but if you hate the dirty, then partna, see, we don’t need you
you know i’m talkin’ ’bout? outkast, eightball, mjg on y’all punk motherf-ckers!

[eightball]
if anybody out there hear me, get ya hands up
if anybody out there feel me, get ya hands up
if anybody out there hear me, get ya hands up
if anybody out there feel me, get ya hands up

[andre benjamin]
you wouldn’t understand if you stood under it (ooh)
it’s like the more that i talk to you, the dumber that i get
the closer that i walk to you, the further that we stand
apart distant, n-body has the upper hand but my body’s resistant
so now, throw your phalanges in the ground
i’m still abound, nonbelievers stay from h-ll around
i found negative n-gg-s, they only keep ya down
transmitting from native american burial grounds
i carry around the weight of all worlds on my shoulderpads
i’m s’posed to blast sp-ce invaders up somebody’s -ss
serious as a(a) b(b) c(c)
if knowledge be the key then what it roasted on the porch
and wait for ya woman to get off work so she can roast your -ss
either that or find an open window fast
(word to the motherf-cker, word to the motherf-cker, word to the motherf-cker)

[eightball]
if anybody out there hear me, get ya hands up
if anybody out there feel me, get ya hands up
if anybody out there hear me, get ya hands up
if anybody out there feel me, get ya hands up

- 8ball mjg lyrics

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