Put Your Hands Up
Eightball Lyrics


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Yeah
All my playa niggaz throw your hands up
And all my thug niggaz throw your guns up
Weak niggaz give your funds up to these hoes
Distance your foes and stay up on your toes
I love this game but its not the NBA
It be me and MJ doin' shit the playa way
Daily smokin' hay
The time on my Roly tellin' me I'm gonna make cheese like Kobe
Did what the real niggaz showed me and shook the phonies
Hooked the honies, lookin' like I got some money
Ain't it funny, they diss you when you lookin' bunny
But she your honey, when your stuff shrimps in her tummy
I just call it how I see it, non-fictional
Deliver the bomb shit, straight irresistible
Without a pistol, I'll make you put your hands up
So everybody in the place put your hands up

Stompin', and pimpin' and mackin' and actin'
Bad when a nigga rappin'
Get your hands up, let me see the big butts
We don't want to see nothin' but the big butts
Thug niggaz if you feel me bust
No matter where you at pull your shit out and bust
Thug niggaz if you feel me bust
No matter where you at pull your shit out and bust

Yeah, first to bringin' the pain
And you better bring a Hertz too
Southern voodoo brewed up to curse you
May even hurt you, born into violence
Streets a pilot, flyin' rhymes over cloudy beats
50 thousand feet above what you thought I was
Just a scrub, not good enough to get your love
I came with acrobatic tongue tactics
Parental advisory because my shit is graphic
Tatooed on your memory that fat Tennesee MC
Comin' out hard, they call me Mr. be -I-G
But not because of my size, you better recognize
I'm do or die, when you talk about my green guys
Warn the citizens, the killers on the loose again
Gone off of 'lucigens, clownin' in the big Benz
All I want to do is make a nigga get bucked
So get up, and get your mothafuckin' hands up

Throw your hands in the smoke, cause there's smoke in the air
Get close to me, I'll contact your ass like a flare
As you stare, nigga you gonna come to term with what you see
A primitive example of the shit you want to be
And I ain't gonna be
Persuaded, by blue sueded shoe wearin'
Slick gun bitches, who get paid quick
Trick niggaz stop all of that trickin' and shit
If she come with a price tag, fuck that bitch
Why should you switch?
From one hoe, and love 'em all
Cause she could suck the flavor out a dick?
Hell nah
One thing you gotta know about a woman
Big dicks will be the reason for some shit known to get that pussy comin'
Now who I be, before the G, MJ
Nigga I ain't tryin' to high side
But have a nice day
Like a, get a way girl
I get hips to watch
I'm takin' applications
Look at all the traffic you stopped

Stompin', and pimpin' and mackin' and actin'
Bad when a nigga rappin'
Get your hands up, let me see the big butts
We don't want to see nothin' but the big butts
Thug niggaz if you feel me bust
No matter where you at pull your shit out and bust
Thug niggaz if you feel me bust
No matter where you at pull your shit out and bust

Stompin', and pimpin' and mackin' and actin'
Bad when a nigga rappin'
Get your hands up, let me see the big butts
We don't want to see nothin' but the big butts
Thug niggaz if you feel me bust
No matter where you at pull your shit out and bust




Thug niggaz if you feel me bust
No matter where you at pull your shit out and bust

Overall Meaning

In Eightball & MJG's song "Throw Your Hands Up," they call on their audience to put their hands up if they are a "playa n***a" or "thug n***a." They also encourage those who are not as successful to give their money to women (who they refer to as "hoes") and to stay on guard against enemies. The lyrics suggest that success comes from smoking weed, learning from "real n***as," and hooking up with attractive women. The rappers also emphasize their skills as lyricists, boasting about their "acrobatic tongue tactics" and "bomb shit." They conclude the song by exhorting listeners to "get up" and put their hands in the air.


Line by Line Meaning

Yeah
Introduction to the song


All my playa niggaz throw your hands up
Calling out to all the cool guys to throw their hands up


And all my thug niggaz throw your guns up
Asking the tough guys to pull out their guns


Weak niggaz give your funds up to these hoes
Telling the easy targets to give their money to the women


Distance your foes and stay up on your toes
Keep your enemies away and stay alert


I love this game but its not the NBA
I love what I do, but it's not basketball


It be me and MJ doin' shit the playa way
Me and MJ do things in a cool way


Daily smokin' hay
We smoke weed every day


The time on my Roly tellin' me I'm gonna make cheese like Kobe
My expensive watch tells me that I'll be successful like Kobe Bryant


Did what the real niggaz showed me and shook the phonies
I followed the example of the authentic guys and avoided the fake ones


Hooked the honies, lookin' like I got some money
I impressed the girls by looking rich


Ain't it funny, they diss you when you lookin' bunny
It's funny how people talk about you when you look like a target


But she your honey, when your stuff shrimps in her tummy
But she's your girl when you satisfy her sexually


I just call it how I see it, non-fictional
I speak the truth, no lies


Deliver the bomb shit, straight irresistible
I deliver amazing music that's impossible to resist


Without a pistol, I'll make you put your hands up
I can make you raise your hands without a weapon


So everybody in the place put your hands up
Everyone should put their hands up


Stompin' and pimpin' and mackin' and actin' bad when a nigga rappin'
We're doing all the cool things when rapping


Get your hands up, let me see the big butts
Raise your hands and show me the big butts


We don't want to see nothin' but the big butts
We only care about seeing big butts, nothing else


Thug niggaz if you feel me bust
If you're a thug and you understand me, shoot your gun


No matter where you at pull your shit out and bust
Regardless of where you are, pull out your gun and shoot


Yeah, first to bringin' the pain
I'm one of the first to bring the pain


And you better bring a Hertz too
You better come prepared


Southern voodoo brewed up to curse you
We make Southern voodoo to curse our enemies


May even hurt you, born into violence
The violence is in our nature


Streets a pilot, flyin' rhymes over cloudy beats
We're the pilots of the streets, flying over dope beats


50 thousand feet above what you thought I was
I'm way more than what you initially thought of me


Just a scrub, not good enough to get your love
You thought I was just a regular person, not worthy of your love


I came with acrobatic tongue tactics
I have amazing rapping skills


Parental advisory because my shit is graphic
My lyrics are explicit and might require parental advisory


Tatooed on your memory that fat Tennesee MC
You'll always remember the rapper from Tennessee


Comin' out hard, they call me Mr. be-I-G
I come out tough, and they call me Mr. B-I-G


But not because of my size, you better recognize
Don't think that my name means I'm big in size, you should know better


I'm do or die, when you talk about my green guys
I'm willing to do anything to protect my money


Warn the citizens, the killers on the loose again
Tell everyone to be careful because the killers are back


Gone off of 'lucigens, clownin' in the big Benz
High off of drugs, driving around in a fancy car


All I want to do is make a nigga get bucked
I just want to make someone excited


So get up, and get your mothafuckin' hands up
Stand up and raise your hands


Throw your hands in the smoke, cause there's smoke in the air
Raise your hands and enjoy the smoke in the area


Get close to me, I'll contact your ass like a flare
Come close to me, and I'll be in touch like a flare


As you stare, nigga you gonna come to term with what you see
As you look at me, you'll come to terms with who I am


A primitive example of the shit you want to be
I'm a primitive version of the person you aspire to be


And I ain't gonna be persuaded, by blue sueded shoe wearin'
I won't be convinced by someone wearing fancy shoes


Slick gun bitches, who get paid quick
Women who carry guns and make money quickly


Trick niggaz stop all of that trickin' and shit
Guys, stop tricking around and acting foolish


If she come with a price tag, fuck that bitch
If a woman is only after money, forget about her


Why should you switch?
Why would you switch women?


From one hoe, and love 'em all
Love all women, even those who are promiscuous


Cause she could suck the flavor out a dick?
Is it because she's good at oral sex?


Hell nah
Hell no


One thing you gotta know about a woman
One thing you need to know about women


Big dicks will be the reason for some shit known to get that pussy comin'
Having a large penis can make a woman sexually excited


Now who I be, before the G, MJ
Before I became a fan of MJ, I was someone else


Nigga I ain't tryin' to high side
I'm not trying to show off


But have a nice day
Have a nice day


Like a, get a way girl
Like a girl who's always on the move


I get hips to watch
I attract a lot of attention from women


I'm takin' applications
I'm accepting applications for girlfriends


Look at all the traffic you stopped
Look at how many people are looking at you




Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: PREMRO SMITH, DEWAYNE MARTIN, POOH BEAR

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