(It be like da, da, da-da-da, da)

(This that real shit dawg, real shit dawg.. c'mon, c'mon, come)

(What you say?) Mr. Smith

(Nigga, what you say?) I said my name is Mr. Smith

(Yo, I want you to state the business)

(You know what I want y'all to do?) Do your thing, do your thing, uhh



[Chorus]

(I said put your hands in the motherfuckin air - where?)

(Put your hands in the motherfuckin air)

(I know you like hoes) Yes (I know you got cars) Yes

(I know you spit bars) Yes (I know you like stars)

(But put your hands in the motherfuckin air - you hear me?)

(Put your hands in the motherfuckin air - LADIES)

(I know your nails done) Yes (I know your hair done) Yes

(I know your toes done) Yes (I know you look good - bitch)

(But put your hands in the motherfuckin air - right)

(Put your hands in the motherfuckin air - c'mon, c'mon)

(BITCH!) Uhh (BITCH!) Uhh uhh

(BITCH!) Uhh (BITCH!) Uhh uhh



[LL Cool J]

Papi way too pimply to live this fast life simply

Please squeeze at them twin armored Bentleys, I love envy

Evidently, the pesos made 'em resent me

Cause I clown on 'em, pull they broad gently, leave the bar empty

I pimp Benzoes, you smell cherry air freshener

Leather and indo, I cruise slow spit slick lingo

You might mingle with more stars than Ringo

on the beach in Santo Domingo lightin trees with singles

But I'm a mandingo I make your guts tingle

'til your doorknockers jingle, stack chips like Pringles

Ball like the Bengals, spread love like Kris Kringle

Get paid off the single, let them dollars co-mingle

Baby, baby, deep dish is chrome, navy

Gray interior you feel inferior, it's crazy

It's over baby your vision's hazy they plantin daisies

You tried to play me but couldn't fade me that's why they pay me



[Chorus: w/ minor variations]



[LL Cool J]

Since I dropped "I'm Bad" I've been in Jags with nickle bags

Hoes I had give better blows than Felix Trinidad

One I had flew her Benz in from Baghdad

with personalized tags, chrome mags and Prada bags

I refused to stab, now she cryin in the rehab

Wishin while reminiscin about all the sessions we had

You knew all the positions to keep me on a mission

Put the Playstation 2 in your Limited Expedition

You're the mami I kept dipped, slept wit, crept wit

Once you got needy and greedy sweetie I flipped like a brick

Sharin my oochie spendin my chips

like I'm up in the Bricks politickin for new flicks

On the FreakNik tip, grabbin your phattie on the 6

I ain't faded by them hips

I split, just like Xzibit from Tha Liks (X)

I got major bread to break

Recipes for cake, keys to V's and estates, I'm straight



[Chorus: w/ minor variations]



[LL Cool J]

Ride.. aww yeah, that's crazy

E Mr. New York Knicks, B. Daltry

Violators, "Rock the Bells"

T Rhone, get money, Markee, we doin this

(Violator, Violator 2, 2, we out - freeze!)