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THE CLUB TECHNO MIX
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THE CLUB TECHNO MIX
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HIPHOP IS TRUTH, IN REAL MUSIC, DRIVEN BY THE FORCE OF THE SONG, MADE AND DONE WRITTEN ON THE SPOT
THIS IS A MOMENT LIKE ANY OTHER MOMENT. EXCITEMENT OF A NEW FOUND PLACE TO EXPOSE THE ENERGY CREATED BY THOUGHTS AND ACTIONS. I'VE LIVED IN MANY PLACES AND SAW HIPHOP FROM DIFFERRENT ASPECTS
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Genre
Hip-Hop • Alternative Hip Hop
Charts
#16,000 in subgenre Peak #18
Charts
Peak #6,924
Author
THOMAS D MCCOY
Rights
JULY 3 2003
Uploaded
July 19, 2003
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MP3 4.1 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Story behind the song
I WAS IN SANDEIGO CHILLEN WITH SOME PEOPLES AT THE CLUB AND I ASKED A GIRL IF SHE COULD HERE A SONG WHAT WOULD SHE WANT IT TO SOUND LIKE SO HERE YOU GO SHORTIE
Lyrics
Chorus I Put your hands up if you came to freak Put your hands up if you came to drink Put your hands up if you to drunk to think Put your hands up if you lost your keys Put your hands up if your holding “G”s Put your hands up if you came to be free Put your hands up you want to ride with me Put your hands up you want to ride with me Verse I Just enough time to do your thing First night out I’m wrecking shop Find me at the bar or back of the club Sipping on something catching a buzz Looking at a shorty wanting a thug The ice in the glass said pure me up Mr. bartender show me love Here’s seventy-five make me numb They like it thick and hard with lots of cum High heels flexing calves Firm thighs with a wobbly ass Ready to sweat spending cash and shit Looking for the bother with the biggest dick Money on lock pushing a whip The vip where the players sit Crushed out ice suits made to fit Big shot calling dj’s represent Playing certain cuts as the crew gets lit 54 styles for 54 clips Doctor bomb beats most explosive hits Evil eye in the walk way haven a fit Cocked eye cocked out from smoking a stick Jim & Procter couldn’t fix your shit Jocking my man cause he pulled your chick ChorusII Put your hands up if you came to freak Put your hands up if you came to drink Put your hands up if you to drunk to think Put your hands up if you lost your keys Put your hands up if your holding “G”s Put your hands up if you came to be free Put your hands up you want to ride with me Put your hands up you want to ride with me Verse II Hold no bars I’m a super star H.R. puffin stuff pulls your whoe car Ill laminate your fantasy Messing with hen & me Bacardi rum mixed with the light twist of lemon squeeze Nuff said time to go for broke I got three condos to catch the yolk But you’ll be threw before I hit number two In the back of the burban got your head swerving Say fix your hair we ant going no where In about fifteen minutes I’m back in there I swear theirs to many girls in here Clusta fobic from all the dance aerobics If you forgot the time act like you know it Quarter ta two nothing to lose Who do I choose to snuff the boots? Which shorty got money and ditched her crew Understand the words I don’t love you I can put half on a room can I stroll with you I got a fat sack with enough for two And drop me drop at the car when the night is threw Chorus III Put your hands up if you came to drink Put your hands up if you to drunk to think Put your hands up if you lost your keys Put your hands up if your holding “G”s Put your hands up if you came to be free Put your hands up you want to ride with me Put your hands up you want to ride with me (three times)
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