Violator

{We about to set this motherfucker off in here tonight!}<br>{It be like da, da, da-da-da, da}<br>{This that real shit dawg, real shit dawg.. c`mon, c`mon, come}<br>{What you say?} Mr. Smith<br>{Nigga, what you say?} I said my name is Mr. Smith<br>{Yo, I want you to state the business}<br>{You know what I want y`all to do?} Do your thing, do your thing, uhh<br><br>[Chorus]<br>{I said put your hands in the motherfuckin air - where?}<br>{Put your hands in the motherfuckin air}<br>{I know you like hoes} Yes {I know you got cars} Yes<br>{I know you spit bars} Yes {I know you like stars}<br>{But put your hands in the motherfuckin air - you hear me?}<br>{Put your hands in the motherfuckin air - LADIES}<br>{I know your nails done} Yes {I know your hair done} Yes<br>{I know your toes done} Yes {I know you look good - bitch}<br>{But put your hands in the motherfuckin air - right}<br>{Put your hands in the motherfuckin air - c`mon, c`mon}<br>{BITCH!} Uhh {BITCH!} Uhh uhh<br>{BITCH!} Uhh {BITCH!} Uhh uhh<br><br>[LL Cool J]<br>Papi way too pimply to live this fast life simply<br>Please squeeze at them twin armored Bentleys, I love envy<br>Evidently, the pesos made `em resent me<br>Cause I clown on `em, pull they broad gently, leave the bar empty<br>I pimp Benzoes, you smell cherry air freshener<br>Leather and indo, I cruise slow spit slick lingo<br>You might mingle with more stars than Ringo<br>on the beach in Santo Domingo lightin trees with singles<br>But I`m a mandingo I make your guts tingle<br>`til your doorknockers jingle, stack chips like Pringles<br>Ball like the Bengals, spread love like Kris Kringle<br>Get paid off the single, let them dollars co-mingle<br>Baby, baby, deep dish is chrome, navy<br>Gray interior you feel inferior, it`s crazy<br>It`s over baby your vision`s hazy they plantin daisies<br>You tried to play me but couldn`t fade me that`s why they pay me<br><br>[Chorus] w/ minor variations<br><br>[LL Cool J]<br>Since I dropped "I`m Bad" I`ve been in Jags with nickle bags<br>Hoes I had give better blows than Felix Trinidad<br>One I had flew her Benz in from Baghdad<br>with personalized tags, chrome mags and Prada bags<br>I refused to stab, now she cryin in the rehab<br>Wishin while reminiscin about all the sessions we had<br>You knew all the positions to keep me on a mission<br>Put the Playstation 2 in your Limited Expedition<br>You`re the mami I kept dipped, slept wit, crept wit<br>Once you got needy and greedy sweetie I flipped like a brick<br>Sharin my oochie spendin my chips<br>like I`m up in the Bricks politickin for new flicks<br>On the FreakNik tip, grabbin your phattie on the 6<br>I ain`t faded by them hips<br>I split, just like Xzibit from Tha Liks (X)<br>I got major bread to break<br>Recipes for cake, keys to V`s and estates, I`m straight<br><br>[Chorus] w/ minor variations<br><br>[LL Cool J]<br>Ride.. aww yeah, that`s crazy<br>E Mr. New York Knicks, B. Daltry<br>Violators, "Rock the Bells"<br>T Rhone, get money, Markee, we doin this<br>{Violator, Violator 2, 2, we out - freeze!}