Throw Ya Hands Up

[T-Bone]<br>From my days of a juvenile<br>Raised in the church but lived thug style<br>Back in the day in my hood gettin buckwild<br>Runnin wit felons that be servin keys to O.G.`s<br>And real pimps spittin game to ladies<br>Drop Mercedes make em go crazy <br>Mamis trippin on screamin Ay papi<br>Talkin fast to tha chickens <br>While we pimpin and dippin<br>Throwin up signs and set trippin<br>Livin la vida loca like Ricky <br>Mom trippin out cause I got a neck full of hickes<br>Breath smellin like whiskey <br>Busted, plus Im saggin in a "T" and some dickies<br>Just like Whiteny Im tryin to blow up<br>But wanna do it while Im young like Brittney<br>Ride to the death of me like KRS<br>This was my philosophy, but not no more<br> <br>[Chorus]<br>All my rogues gonna ride tonight <br>Get ya hands way up in the air tonight<br>From new york to the bay get live tonight<br>Cuz we makin tha kind of music make ya feel alright<br> <br>[T-Bone]<br>Thug passion got me flashin on rivals<br>Henessey had me trippin feelin suicidal<br>Full of all that hurt pain and tha misery<br>Mad at the world for the things it did to me<br>California just make a playa wanna ride<br>Throw up a dub be a thug, holla Westside til I die<br>Young G from tha projects stealin watches, why<br>To impress all my rogues and tha notches<br>So live life cautious<br>Cuz now a days tha streets is filled wit armed killers<br>And narcotics just cant stop this<br>What type of sound make ya groove throw yo hands up<br>And move all around just bounce to the rhythm<br>Nod ya head like a pigeon to this chase beat thats hittin<br>From Britain, the UK, LA to my dogs locked down in tha prison<br> <br>[Chorus]<br> <br>[T-Bone]<br>Somethin for that pretty ladies and tha thugs too<br>In that East, Westcoast and tha South too<br>We all bout it ma, like Cube show me love in tha club<br>Wit the mobster kiss on both cheeks and thug hugs<br>Throw yo hands up wave em side to side<br>Ladies, Ridas, made men tonight<br>We gon party like its 2999, no crime<br>Just California beaches under the sunshine<br>Plus one time isn`t trippin on me or my girl<br>Laced wit that rocks and Versace<br>Black boots and Mosquino, Mexican<br>Half black, Philippino it all good<br>Now bounce like a check that aint got not funds<br>And party like you just won half a million<br>oh what a feelin<br>Now everybody in the house get your hands to the ceilin<br> <br>[Chorus]