Mystikal - Hands in the Air lyrics

(Da Brat) n***as always watchin me (funky!) But I want em to keep on watchin me I'ma keep give em sumthin to see (smokin!) I always feel like Somebody's watchin me, watchin me Could it be the way I'm still tight? n***as that didn't use to feel me jockin me, jockin me The, whole world got too much money for me To not get no dough, dough, can't no hoe Rock harder than the one from So-So I never go broke broke I keep comin with the vocals that make most know Why the f** I boast, boast and brag Why should I look sad that I got some loot now? In fact, I knew how Watch when I back the Coupe out Can n***as just troop out The same way they do when I show you Brat With a little bit of b**bs out And her big a** protrude out Get the news out Some of you b**hes lose out When the s**iness ooze out Like orgasms, I'm the best at this Throwin tantrums when I move into makin sh** If you thinkin of becomin one of my favorites You gotta pay a b**h Cause I be stayin rich I ain't quittin, quittin Way before "Funkdafied" I was spittin, spittin (chorus) Throw yo hands in the air like you dont care This fo n***as and b**hes everywhere Forever you playas playas flash on em, get cash on em And make em say, say Hands in the air, from side to side Forever im high, high Together we ride, ride I'm never too tired To get that paper, baby (Da Brat) If y'all wanna see me, see me Im give y'all somethin to look look at Make a n***a neck turn turn for Brat Burn burn these hoes cuz I'm back and my pants still sag It's automatic, they wanna jump on my wagon, wagon I ain't lackin lackin on sh** Open ya eyes when my body when I try on clothes that fit fit I'm articulate and particulate on who I let hit hit And get up in the middle of the center of my tootsie roll Roll me something to smoke smoke and burn slow slow Don't keep it a secret, tell all ya folks See you when I shine, I glow, glow From the C-H-I-C-A-GO, 6-0-6-4-4 And I trust no, n***a that make a mistake for me Guns ready to blaze and to leave with you Some of the ones run I can't control my trigger finger when it pump pump Stay out the way when I come come It's guaranteed to bump bump the trunk, uh And put a hump in ya back If n***as is askin who's thumpin, it's Brat Brat (chorus) (Mystikal) I keep my bad braids back when puttin the dick on the track You can turn it down playa, we don't listen to that The ba** dont thump, we spit on crap That beat ain't tight n***a, that sh** ain't fat Everytime that sh** come out, I toss it back and I slap I be breakin ya back to the rhythm of rap (?)Test it loud for the low frequency, where it's at?(?) n***as say, "I love that f**in sh** ya did wit Da Brat!" Actin bad with the pad, with the pen, with the paper Still smoke a n***a under the table Put the lines in the words and the hooks and the phrases Instead of puttin out sumthin thats blazin Get ya hand out my pocket, get ya foot out ya mouth And ya head out ya a** And keep ya nose out my buisness And I mean it, goddammit, cuz I'm fiddinta get MAD! I put em in the trash bag Twist tie, put em out Monday and Wednesday I kick em in they raggely a** Take money from em and you know I better get some I know it ain't fair But I smoke with alligators and I wrestle with bears Throw ya hands in the air As high as you can, and leave them b**hes there! (chorus 2x, fade out)