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Gospel Lyrics >> Song Title :: Throw Ya Handz Up
Gospel Lyrics >> Song Artist :: TBone
Throw ya handz up if ya wanna get down!
Everybody on the
Floor gotta get down!
If ya came to party say yeah, yeah!
Feelin da groove say yeah, yeah!
From my days
Of Juvenile! Raised in
Church but lived thug style!
Back in the days in the hood gettin buckwild!
Runnin
With felons dat be servin kids
The O.G.'s and real
Pimps spittin game to ladies!
Drop mercedes! Make em go
Crazy! Mommies
Trippin out screamin "Hey Pappy!"
Talkin fast to the chickens while we
Pimpin and dippin,
Throwin up signs and set trippin!
Livin lavida loca, like
Ricky! Mom's
Trippin cuz my neck's full of
Hickies!
Breath smellin like whiskey! BUSTED!
Plus
I'm saggin in a T and some dickies!
Just like
Whitney, I'm tryin to blow up!
But wanna do it while
I'm young
Like Britney! Ride to the death of me!
Like K.R.S. this was my philosophy!
But not no more.
Throw ya handz up if ya wanna get down!
Everybody
On the floor gotta get down!
If ya came to party say yeah,
Yeah!
Feelin da groove say yeah, yeah!
Thug
Got me flashin on all rival!
Hennessey had me trippin
Feelin suicidal!
Full of all the hurt and pain and
The misery! Mad at the world for all the
Things that it
Did to me! California
Just make a playa wanna ride!
Throw up dub, be a thug, holla "Westside!"
Till I die,
Young G from the projects,
Stealin watches (why) to
Impress all
My roges in the notches, so live like
Cautious, cuz now-a-days the streets
Is filled with armed
Killas and narcotics!
Just cant stop this (what) type
Of
Sound! Make ya groove! Throw ya handz up!
Move all
Around just bounce to the
Rhythm! Nod ya head like a
Pigeon, to the state beat
That hittin from Britian, The
UK,
LA to all my dawgs locked down in the prison!
Throw ya handz up if ya wanna get down!
Everybody on the
Floor gotta get down!
If ya came to party say yeah, yeah!
Feelin da groove say yeah, yeah!
Something for
Tha pretty ladies and tha
Thugs too, in that East,
Westcoast and
Tha South too, we all bout it Ma,
And
Like cube show me love in tha club,
Wit a mobster kiss on
Both cheeks and
Thug hugs, throw yo hands up,
Wave
'em side to side, Ladies, Ridas,
Made men tonight, we
Gonna party like its 2999, no crime,
Just California
Beaches under sunshine,
Plus one time ain't
Trippin' on me or
My girl laced wit tha rocks and
Versace,
Black boots and mosquino, Mexican, half
Black, Philippino, it's all good,
Now bounce like a
Check that ain't got
Not funds and party like you just
Won half a million.
Oh what a feeling, now everybody in
Tha
House get ya hands to the ceiling.
Throw ya
Handz up if ya wanna get down!
Everybody on the floor
Gotta get down!
If ya came to party say yeah, yeah!
Feelin da groove say yeah, yeah!
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