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Ll Cool J Put Your Hands Up

put your hands in the motherfuckin air - right} {Put your hands in the motherfuckin air - c'mon, c'mon} {BITCH!} Uhh {BITCH!} Uhh uhh {BITCH!} Uhh {BITCH!} Uhh uhh [LL Cool J

put your hands in the motherfuckin air - right} {Put your hands in the motherfuckin air - c'mon, c'mon} {BITCH!} Uhh {BITCH!} Uhh uhh {BITCH!} Uhh {BITCH!} Uhh uhh [LL Cool J

keep it up ) Now give it up for (strangers) (x8) Ben J Spotlight you think your all that, aye what about Langston trying to go to the power 106 games acting like your

a war zone My homies is inmates, and most of them dead wrong Full grown, finally a man, just scheamin' on ways To put some green inside the palms of my empty hands

up, we John Blazin', Don up in the line up J-J-J-John Blaze Ja-Ja-ah-John Bla-Blaze J-Ja-J-Ja, John Blaze Johnny Blaze, ain't a damn thing changed

the G.O.A.T. Go 'head do your two step wit your hand in your coat playa You are now Rocking wit the G.O.A.T. Throw your hands in the air try to wave away

After all that hard work (Kid Capri) Clap your hands to the beat, C'mon, just clap your hands to the beat Freak it now (LL Cool J) One of the biggest

Shit, I put the rubber on tighter Sent her home, when she entered home You hugged her up What the fuck is up? She got you whipped, got your kids Got your home, but that's not your

your bitch, comin' over your shit Got my feet up on you sofas, man I mean a hostess for my open hand You comin' home to dishes and empty soda cans I got your bitch up