The Longshots
The Longshots - Hands Up lyrics
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Hands Up ringtone on your mobile phone Metaphysic!!! [Crayon:] Black rose from the concrete Cursed since my heart beat Rose from my chest piece Roam through the cold streets Watch for the police Blue and Whites hunt me Niggaz die daily And set free monthly Now punch me In right there We move ahead light years You must respect your peers But what to do when there are none And you're three steps from stardom And starving Can't get trapped inside a coffin [Rock Shabazz:] From the streets to the club Concretes to the rugs Let your speakers erupt when you reach for the dub and drop it (On everybody) Rock it (At every party) Rap's the modern day "The Harder They Come" But I'm versed on a version Metaphysic sound system burn 'em Turn 'em to slaves to the rhythm A Black man that's why jake wanna kill him [Hook:] Throw your hands up That's what policeman told me Rushing my crib in the middle of the night But I'm not home I'm in the basement jam Up in the club, watching my ladies and my mans Throw they hands up Turn the volume up 'Til your neighbors had enough, now they calling cops They comin! Rush the club and knock the door down Cuff up the DJ and make everybody throw they hands up [Crayon:] Well I got beef with the cats by the door With their backs on the wall We came to get down Stomping on the dance floor Grabbing everything Sliding off your wedding ring Lose your girl in a minute If she standing next to me The recipe Make 'em burn slow like rotisserie And swiftly invade like the Moors into Sicily Humidity Different world like Dwayne and Whitley The liquor be Burning my chest Now can I get a beat? [Rock Shabazz:] I'm a rudeboy, ruffneck, a rebel A renegade, a mercenary servin anybody on your team An outlaw that makes you bounce more with Southpaw Beat Bandits with raw material for sure You know I wanna fight for the rights of the poor But now and then I gotta get my ass on the floor Grab on a broad, all night on a song From West Indian shores to streets of New York [Hook:] Throw your hands up That's what policeman told me Rushing my crib in the middle of the night But I'm not home I'm in the basement jam Up in the club, watching my ladies and my mans Throw they hands up Turn the volume up 'Til your neighbors had enough, now they calling cops They comin! Rush the club and knock the door down Cuff up the DJ and make everybody throw they hands up [Bridge: Crayon] Whether you a Yankee or Yardee At a barbecue or houseparty If I step on your shoes then I'm sorry (Watch out Dread!) Don't shoot the place up! Girl I'm feeling your body Here's my number Maybe you call me If you choose to dis or ignore me (That's okay!) I'll scoop your friend up! [Rock Shabazz:] It's official like referees and whistles My enemies'll fizzle away and die On a batie boy still boom bye bye Dis it but this is the way we ride Carnival-style, raise your flags in the air While I stand in my B-boy stance like this Play this Hip-Hop to Bebop Ragga to Rah-Rah Kompa to Soca, Rhytmn and Blues we clip it and loop it Nahmean? [Crayon:] Its underground Black music Bigger than rap music Its food for the soul We living for that union Of joy and despair Fingers in the air Back up off the wall You could stand up in your chair Celebrating life and health And knowledge of self My people graduating college, they expect you to fail We prevail through the jails and the kids getting killed Now its real we still here Now its time to exhale Now through your hands up! [Hook:] Throw your hands up That's what policeman told me Rushing my crib in the middle of the night But I'm not home I'm in the basement jam Up in the club, watching my ladies and my mans Throw they hands up Turn the volume up 'Til your neighbors had enough, now they calling cops They comin! Rush the club and knock the door down Cuff up the DJ and make everybody throw they hands up [Crowd:] Ay oh Ay oh [Rock Shabazz:] It's not over, it's not over Black people unite and let's all get down Cause what we have is a brand new sound Wonder what's the sample, can't you tell? Your system's yelling Kingston 12