Letra Put Your Hands Up de LL Cool J original
{We about to set this motherfucker off in here tonight!} {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 visionc12