Hands Up
LL Cool A Lyrics


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We about to set this motherfucker off in here tonight!
It be like
This that real shit dog, real shit dog, see man, see man, 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 why y'all to do? do your thing, do your thing
I said put your hands in the motherfucking air, where?
Put your hands in the motherfucking 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 motherfucking air, you hear me?
Put your hands in the motherfucking 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 motherfucking air, right
Put your hands in the motherfucking air, see man, see man
Bitch! uhh bitch! uhh uhh
Bitch! uhh bitch! uhh uhh

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 lighting trees with singles
But I'm a mandingo I make your guts tingle
Till 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 vision's hazy they plantin daisies
You tried to play me but couldn't fade me that's why they pay me

I said put your hands in the motherfucking air, where?
Put your hands in the motherfucking 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 motherfucking air, you hear me?
Put your hands in the motherfucking 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 motherfucking air, right
Put your hands in the motherfucking air, see man, see man
Bitch! uhh bitch! uhh uhh
Bitch! uhh bitch! uhh uhh

Since I dropped "I'm bad" I've been in jags with nickle bags
Hoes I had give better blows than felix trinidad
One I had flew her benz in from baghdad
With personalized tags, chrome mags and prada bags
I refused to stab, now she crying in the rehab
Wishing while reminiscing about all the sessions we had
You knew all the positions to keep me on a mission
Put the playstation 2 in your limited expedition
You're the mami I kept dipped, slept wit, crept wit
Once you got needy and greedy sweetie I flipped like a brick
Sharing my oochie spending my chips
Like I'm up in the bricks politickin for new flicks
On the freaknik tip, grabbing your phattie on the 6
I ain't faded by them hips
I split, just like xzibit from tha liks (x)
I got major bread to break
Recipes for cake, keys to v's and estates, I'm straight

I said put your hands in the motherfucking air, where?
Put your hands in the motherfucking 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 motherfucking air, you hear me?
Put your hands in the motherfucking 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 motherfucking air, right
Put your hands in the motherfucking air, see man, see man
Bitch! uhh bitch! uhh uhh
Bitch! uhh bitch! uhh uhh

Ride, yeah, that's crazy
E Mr. New York Knicks, B. Daltry
Violators, "rock the bells"




T rhone, get money, markee, we doing this
Violator, violator 2, 2, we out, freeze!

Overall Meaning

In LL Cool J's "Hands up," the rapper is encouraging the audience to get into the moment and put their hands up in the air. As someone who is in charge of the party and setting the tone, LL Cool J also says, "We about to set this motherfucker off in here tonight!" He then proceeds to rile the crowd up by calling them by names like Papi and Mami, speaking of their fancy cars, and beautifully done hair and nails. LL Cool J admits that he knows that the audience loves these things, but he wants to see them put their hands in the air, indicating that they are wholly present in the moment of the music. The rapper also boasts of his financial success and past conquests, which he now views with regret as he tells the audience that he is over all of that and is straight.


Line by Line Meaning

We about to set this motherfucker off in here tonight!
We are going to start this party and have a great time tonight!


It be like This that real shit dog, real shit dog, see man, see man, come
This is the authentic, genuine stuff, my friend. Do you feel it?


What you say? mr. smith
Pardon me, what was that? I go by the name of Mr. Smith.


Nigga, what you say? I said my name is mr. smith
Excuse me, what did you say? I introduced myself: I'm Mr. Smith.


Yo, I want you to state the business
Hey, I would like to know what your plan is for the night.


You know what I want why y'all to do? do your thing, do your thing
I trust that you know what I expect you to do. Just go ahead and do it.


I said put your hands in the motherfucking air, where? Put your hands in the motherfucking air
I am instructing everyone to raise their hands to the sky in the spirit of fun and celebration.


I know you like hoes yes I know you got cars yes I know you spit bars} yes I know you like stars
I understand that you appreciate certain material possessions and enjoy certain luxuries, and that you may also be a talented performer.


But put your hands in the motherfucking air, you hear me?
Regardless of all those other things, I want you to follow my earlier instruction and raise your hands.


Put your hands in the motherfucking air, ladies
Ladies, I'm also requesting that you join in the party and raise your hands.


I know your nails done yes I know your hair done yes I know your toes done yes I know you look good, bitch
I am aware that you've made great efforts to look and feel attractive and confident, and I acknowledge that.


But put your hands in the motherfucking air, right
Now, despite all of that, please join us by raising your hands.


Put your hands in the motherfucking air, see man, see man
Any and all people, especially my acquaintances or supporters, should be raising their hands right now.


Bitch! uhh bitch! uhh uhh
This is an exclamation of excitement, and possibly a term of endearment used among friends.


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'm living life to the fullest, and even though some people may criticize or envy me, I still manage to have a great time while showing off my possessions and having fun at their expense - yet I'm a gentleman about it.


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 lighting trees with singles
I drive expensive cars and smoke high-quality weed while using clever language - I'm not famous like Ringo Starr, but I still make connections with other influential individuals, even when traveling on vacation in places like Santo Domingo.


But I'm a mandingo I make your guts tingle Till 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
I'm confident and capable, and I can make you feel great and excited about life. I'm making a lot of money and sharing that love with others, but I'm also single and counting all my earnings.


Baby, baby, deep dish is chrome, navy Gray interior you feel inferior, it's crazy It's over baby your vision's hazy they plantin daisies You tried to play me but couldn't fade me that's why they pay me
I'm describing my luxurious car, and how some women might feel intimidated by it. However, I won't be swayed or manipulated by anyone, and that's why I'm so successful.


Since I dropped "I'm bad" I've been in jags with nickle bags Hoes I had give better blows than felix trinidad One I had flew her benz in from baghdad With personalized tags, chrome mags and prada bags
Ever since I released my hit song "I'm Bad", I've been driving luxury cars and associating with high-end women. One of them even had her car flown in from another country, complete with custom detailing and designer bags.


I refused to stab, now she crying in the rehab Wishing while reminiscing about all the sessions we had You knew all the positions to keep me on a mission Put the playstation 2 in your limited expedition
Even though some women might expect me to be violent or abusive, I've chosen to end those relationships and move on. However, some of these women are still pining for me and remembering the good times we shared - like playing video games in their fancy cars.


You're the mami I kept dipped, slept wit, crept wit Once you got needy and greedy sweetie I flipped like a brick Sharing my oochie spending my chips Like I'm up in the bricks politickin for new flicks
I've had a lot of intimate experiences with a certain woman, and we were close for a while, but then she became too clingy and demanding which made me end things. Even though I was generous with her, I had to move on and work on my other pursuits.


On the freaknik tip, grabbing your phattie on the 6 I ain't faded by them hips I split, just like xzibit from tha liks (x)
In the party spirit, I might be attracted to certain features of some women, but I won't lose my focus. I'm also referencing a popular rapper Xzibit here.


I got major bread to break Recipes for cake, keys to v's and estates, I'm straight Ride, yeah, that's crazy E Mr. New York Knicks, B. Daltry
I have a lot of money and resources to manage. But I'm doing well and I'm not too worried. I also mention my involvement with the New York Knicks and a musician named B. Daltry.


Violators, "rock the bells" T rhone, get money, markee, we doing this
I'm shouting out some of my colleagues, including the music group Violators and performers named T Rhone and Markee, all while encouraging everyone to have a great time partying.


Violator, violator 2, 2, we out, freeze!
I'm acknowledging some of my music industry associates again, while also calling for a pause or break in the action. This might be where the song ends.




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: KASSEEM DEAN, JAMES TODD SMITH

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Just The Facts

LL is slept on

A R

he killed this track. underrated

Chitown

Agree

Troy Perkins

The two Violator albums were fire 👌👌👌

Jade Byles

Dope track! 😎

Curtis75Black

Blazing !!

Donkor Thomas

thanks for putting this I couldn't find the full version for the longest

ToneBeats

Swizz crazy đŸ”„

MOUNTIE'S CORNER

papi way too pimply to live this fast life simply

Hans Mustermann

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