เนื้อเพลง Hands up, Lay Down - Twista
เนื้อเพลง Hands up, Lay Down
[Chorus 2X: Twista]
Hands uuuuup, lay dowwwwwn
Count to ten before you get up off the ground
When you do I disappear, like the matrix
But if you don't, then my thumper gon' leave you wasted
[Twista]
Dude tried to steal on me, so I'm already pumped (WHAT!)
Why you steady standin there talkin that sh*t? B-Hype gon' go to the trunk
Unload the fivers, SK's and millimeter choppers
I got n*ggaz that be killers with some sh*t
that when you shoot it on the block it sound like a helicopter
It's hard out ch'ere, motherf*ckers ain't got no work
It's a few n*ggaz got c*caine, few n*ggaz got dope, most n*ggaz got purp'
Lil' n*gga tried to play you shady, instead of yellin out three folks and almighty
They be talkin 'bout '80s babies, shorties that was born in the '90s is grimy
No respect and no morals, actin like you owe that sh*t
F*ck up out my face big homie, matter fact gon' load that sh*t
It done got so crazy up in the streets sometimes I can't believe that this my land
Lil' girls used to wanna f*ck a dope boy, now they wanna f*ck a stick-up man
[Chorus]
[Waka Flocka Flame]
Midwest comin in the club with the Folks, Midwest comin in the club with the Lords
Midwest comin in the club with the [?], the Latin King boys man they minds straight gone
What's bangin joe? Pants hang low, why you start playin, that's the [?] gang
Came a long way from sellin weed, pills and c*caine
N*ggaz catch a body just to get a little street fame
C'mon got crunk, that's cream now Flocka
Keep ya on ya toes, I ain't playin wit'chu n*gga
The way a n*gga rob ya I think I need a Oscar
Trick booty n*gga I ain't playin wit'cha partner
They say Flock (WHAT!) yo' friends don't know how to act
We shootin and fightin over here, and that's a real muh'f*ckin fact
Blap, bottle full of Fuki[?], [?] version of Tookie
All these tats make a n*gga wanna shoot me, all these diamonds make a groupie wanna do me
Who are you to judge it bruh? Hoe please trip, hell yeah we grippin
Cut me one time yo the n*gga catch you slippin
All that bullsh*t everyday set trippin (WAKA FLOCKA! FLOCKA! WAKA! FLOCKA! FLOCKA!)
[Chorus]