Hands Up-Mr. Vegas

put ya hands up - various artists turn the f**kin' beat on yeah, we back as beats i had to switch back to dom perignon in rap baby cock-and-run to stay in the business son of a bitch, double r, look at me now mother two-thousand-and-one, "kiss the game goodbye", let's get it on it's the j-a-d-a, i got beef with the feds and the da i got footage in the game press replay i got bitches in the club all over me, ma take it easy and y'all scared i can tell and i'ma get bucks like milwaukee 'cause like sam i can sell i'm that nigga y'all know that bang you in tha yard then slide off on the early go back in the streets i flash the cannon like kodak and i spray threes so say cheese already told you i'm lookin' for enemies double r so of course it's better i love cornrows and farrah fawcett feathers it's a message in a glass bottle read the letter money in the bank membership visa sweaters and we ride or d-i-e together uh uh, come on, put ya hands up nah, f**k that, put ya hands down come on, put ya hands up nah, f**k that, put ya hands down uh, come on, put ya hands up nah, f**k that, put ya hands down come on, put ya hands up nah, f**k that, put ya hands down y'all know i got the master flow, fast or slow y'all wanna know who the best is aks ya hoe the honies don't lie they love it and they cop for real trust me dogg the thugs will dub it 'kiss hit you with consecutive hot shit therefore nobody never gon' spit like i spit get money just to walk through off the books so when you mention my name shit is off the hook shirts is off, titties is out and you know i'm there the hardest niggas in the city is out i'm in the club ice over the thermal waitin' for you to try me when the lights get low i'ma burn you start with straight shots and then pop bottles flirt with the hood rats then pop models gotta slay two or more, ma that's our motto and y'all might get down with the team if y'all swallow uh uh, come on, put ya hands up nah, f**k that, put ya hands down come on, put ya hands up nah, f**k that, put ya hands down uh, come on, put ya hands up nah, f**k that, put ya hands down come on, put ya hands up nah, f**k that, put ya hands down kiss the game goodbye, the game is mine you thought wrong change ya mind i'm the nigga that'll pop the king and scoop the queen and take over the town with a ruthless team new s-type wagon, future green gun heavy pants saggin', i'm used to cream who you know can make a million dollar bail on cash never did a day and got the jails on smash k-i double, i move the perico quick and just let manteca bubble 'kiss been a boss, y'all just start workin' now put ya hands up 'til ya arms start hurtin' don't put 'em down 'til i tell you whoever wanna be hard headed then find out what the shells do now you can put 'em down if you want but soon as the hook come back put 'em up uh uh, come on, put ya hands up nah, f**k that, put ya hands down come on, put ya hands up nah, f**k that, put ya hands down uh uh, come on, put ya hands up nah, f**k that, put ya hands down come on, put ya hands up nah, f**k that, put ya hands down