Shake the world
Oh oh yeah yeah hands in the sky
Now put em up high
Oh oh yeah yeah hands in the sky
Come on give me a reason why
Now put em up high
If its your thing that ain't workin then you improvise
Why its me you hate that's genocide
Everytime I'm in a vibe its me they criticize
But every time they in a ride its my song they memorize
The richer get richer the poorer get poorer
See I'm here to save the city like sadom and gamora
I got an order I'm awaitin' from the 404
My aura's not the tora plus I'm jazzy like nora
See my code they call my wodie and don't even know me
I been around the world man without a roadie
See I'm classic like a oldie save the game like a goalie
I got my rolly holy so you can call my holy rolly
You don't know what yo in fo'
Don't do no indo
I'm not tintin' my windows
I'm not duckin' no bimbos
I'm saying n o to the nymphos
You got somethin to say then send your memo
Do you remeber how I used to be
Back in 96' when I made you move yo feet'
The feelings back so get up out yo seat
Let's do it again and again and again
Repeat chorus
Cardan
Now it was this bounce that opened up the swiss account
If you get this you guaranteed for this amount
Now can we pause for a minute honor the all authentic
See I ain't said a word and ya'll already in it
See money is my linen I get long as they print it
I tell ya that far invest in nascar
I leave the street smokin like brand new black tar
Girls put stickys every where my a*s are
Silver horsie on the back cause this a fast car day
Yellow ice on Sunday pink on a Monday white ice
Six flags family on a fun day
Don't know much about a hyundai
If you want to come stay
We kick it e ticket make mine a one way
Now what they gon say I don't need it
To really tell the truth man their life is defeated
They quite concieted they rockin' all that ice that's treated
I wrote a book about it would you like to read it huh huh huh huh
Oh oh yeah yeah hands in the sky
Now put em up high
Oh oh yeah yeah hands in the sky
Now put em up high
Mase:
Engine in the back no roof top
Feet on gas with no need fo cash
Ooh ooh ooh trunk in the front
I make a million in a month like pumps in a bump
You know mason be that very fellow
Dipped in canary yellow
Hand so heavy that its hard to say hello
I'm somethin you gotta have like strawberry jello
Same jewlery in the hood cause I ain't scared of the ghetto
You know it
Oh oh yeah yeah hands in the sky
Now put em up high
Oh oh yeah yeah hands in the sky
Now put em up high