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