[Lil' Rob:]
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Put your hands up
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Put your hands up
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Put your hands up
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Put your hands up
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Put your hands up (Lil' Rob)
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[Chorus: Lil' Rob]
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Put your hands up (Put 'em up)
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Keep your hands up (Get 'em up)
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Don't you put 'em down, keep 'em up
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Like a stick up (That's right)
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Put your hands where I could see 'em
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We make it bump in the club
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I turn it up and start fucking it up
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That's what's up
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Put your hands up (Put 'em up)
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Keep your hands up (Keep 'em up)
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Don't you put 'em down, keep 'em up
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Like a stick up (That's right)
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Put your hands where I could see 'em
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We make it bump in the club
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And I can keep the party poppin' like a .38 snub
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[Verse 1:]
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Hey
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Someone said, "Hey, Lil' Rob, bust a joint for the club"
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How 'bout I
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Just hit this joint and just start fuckin' it up (Fuckin' it up)
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And what
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Ever comes from that, comes from that, que no
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I won't stop til what I drop makes
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Platinum dough (Yeah)
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I got a platinum flow that you should already know
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While the rhymes remind me of a comedy show
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And we giggle and chuckle
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Then start laughin' out loud
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I'm the man with the mic
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That could rock the crowd (That's right)
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Tomorrow's tomorrow, worry about it then
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Take a hit of this, and never worry again (This)
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From the highs up the mountains to the valley lows
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From the rich suburbs to the barrio (To the barrio)
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We likes to party so hard, you already know (You already know)
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Should've been passed out about an hour ago
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But I'm
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Still goin' strong, and I got it goin' on, and
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Probably won't stop til early
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Tomorrow mornin'
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[Chorus]
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[Verse 2:]
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Spittin' dope like cocaine, straight into your vein
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Pour a dose, a little bit too much
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Dope for your brain
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Insane (Insane)
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I kept it fuckin' loc, que no
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I'm for reals, no one's playin', I ain't joking, holmes
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The beats are bumpin' and I'm drinkin' somethin' (Yeah)
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A lot of alcohol consumption
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And I'm buzzin', still puffin' (Still puffin')
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And I'll keep going til I'm no longer knowin'
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Who I am and I could no longer function (Fuck it)
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Tomorrow's tomorrow, worry about it then
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Or we can do this tomorrow and never worry again (Yeah)
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From the highs up the mountains to the valley lows
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From the east coast back
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To the Cali coast (That's right)
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Put your, manos pa' arriba
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High in the sky (High in the sky)
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Reach for the cows, don't put 'em down, homie, don't even try
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Let 'em fly (Let 'em fly)
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Let's get it bumpin' (Bumpin')
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Let's keep it jumpin' (Jumpin')
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Let's fuck up somethin' (Fuck up somethin')
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[Chorus]
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[Verse 3:]
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I might say, "This beat is off the chain, " let's motherfuck a bump (Yeah)
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You might say the same, or you might say, "This motherfucker's crunk"
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Either way, get up and get a move on
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Get ya groove on
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Put ya party shoes on, put your hands up to my new song
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It's been a little too long
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Bionik, turn the juice on (Yeah)
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I been in the dark
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When somebody turn the luz on (Turn the light on)
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Let's keep it live all the way (Way)
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Until they call
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The juras, and the cops are on their way (Way)
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Until my DJ gots nothin' else to play (Play)
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Until Lil' Rob has nothin' else to say (Say)
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But I'm a keep it
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Goin' til I see the break of day (Yeah)
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That's just
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How I do it, see the sun and then I break (And then I break)
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[Chorus]
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[Lil' Rob:]
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Yeah
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Now keep ya hands up
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Now put ya hands up
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Like it's a stick up
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Bionik on the beat, man
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Makin' that fucking shit bump
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Stick Up
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| Lil' Rob |
