T.I. - Hands Up lyrics

[Man speaking] We going to Cuba wit' this one Yea, I been rehabilitated, rejuvicated And most important:relocated So now, with no further to do [Hook 2x] Now ladies stand up Or if you wit' me shake ya titties Throw your hands up And all the ballers poppin' bottles throw a grand up And if you feeling like I'm feeling keep them hands up And keep ya hands up Hey, from the sunrise to the midnight star I'm by far the hottest new thing the South seen Bringing sixteen bars, got six clean cars Vert's, Hoops, four doors, do momo's, and Tahoes Star hoes, yo hoes is our hoes Keri pullin up to the Shark Bar on the Northstar Wit' a Puerto Rican p**n star We in La Vida La Loca See you can't flow like me or rock a show like me Get dough like me Shouldn't signed 'em, he ain't gon' blow like me But give me a quarter of his bonus and half his budget And I guarantee he go double but if you don't, you in trouble It's gon' take him three coupes just for him to recoup' Or witness shawty flop, like the last three groups While I'm in Cancun' 'round see-thru's on a three week cruise It'll take more than the likes of these fools to make me lose Sheesh, floppin is something I can't see Ladies, obey the chorus Shake ya titties for me please [Hook (2x)] Uh, I came to blow the spot Hit the club wit' cheddar knots Ridin wit' a badder b**h You gonna get or ever got Try me boy, you better not Shawty and I'm very hot Toting forty cap, forty five nine's every Glock Blow you up in that very spot you standing in Then vanishing Undo this manana then, throw away this can and then Back to poppin mo and blow and dro and money handlin' You and your lil' posse can not stop me and this clan I'm in While you slanderin', you better ask ya gul who the man again Turning out a superstar back into a fan again Damagin' all who peek, line 'em all in the street I'll do 'em one at a time wit' one line on one beat Say ya almost gold, that's what I sold in one week Got a flock of freaks, while you hold on to one biich I'm like a Pez dispenser, shawty, I spit treats The n***a who even sound good on a bullsh** beat [Hook (2x)] Well p**y n***a, you can like it, you can love it You can bite it, you can dub it But you can't do it how we does it When we ballin' in public Where the grill full of gold or Seville full of hoes Wood wheels and some Voe's or hun'ed gold spokes I park at the club and a hun'ed hoes choke Spark up some dubs, let them hun'ed hoes blow I run game to get the hoe once they act like I can't run it no mo' I stunt them hoes broke and her money po' po' You can't smoke the way we smoke if you ain't smokin' no dro' Drink the way we drink wit no Hen' and no Mo' You can't ride the way we ride if you ain't slammin Benz do's Can't ball wit' me if you got eight but can only spend fo' You ain't VIP like me and can't be searching your coat Ain't no P.I. like me if you ain't workin' no hoes Can't do the sh** we do, the way we do wit' no dough That's like trying to win a ballgame, if you ain't takin no score [Hook (4x)]