- Throw Your Hands in the Air 歌詞 Black Moon
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- Black Moon Throw Your Hands in the Air 歌詞
- Black Moon
- (Verse 1: Buckshot)
Who you all been waiting for? Buckshot
Who can rock a *****s knot? Buckshot
Get you high like chocolate? Buckshot
When it comes to this, I never stop
Drip drop, hip hop
Cuz you know Im on top of my job
Makin it hard, handeling my business on the boulevard
La, theres so many people trying to be equal
Shorty all embarassed cuz he drive a Regal
Its a thugged out bucket
As long as you make money when you hustle, **** it
Its the next man thought to bring you down
If you aint benefiting, then you better slip in
a couple words thatll set em straight
uz carrying the weak *****s on your shoulder is only dead weight
So, pick your head up when you get up
And if youre feeling what Im saying
let me see you throw your fist sup
(Chorus-Buckshot)
Throw your hands in the air like this (x3)
Put your hands in the sky like this
Throw your hands in the air like this (x4)
(Verse 2: Buckshot)
The bomb was set to be lose
In a couple of minutes, dont be alarmed
Its a hands on experience, throw your hands up
Let us, the bettors, *****s put your grands up
What you about to see is reality, baby
Check the stats, and see if you can hang with me
Black Moon, 92, was set to blow
Smif n Wessun 93 and 94
Fab 5, 95, and ***** we strive
To keep it tight and keep this Duckdown **** alive
Aint no surprise, my *****s put the 'real' in 'ize.'
You better open up your**********in eyes
(Chorus: Buckshot x1)
(Verse 3: Buckshot)
After this, I smoke a fat Bob Marley
Into Bob Marley, slow down hardly
T****ing is a thugs world
I recognize cuz Im living in the bug world
I got a letter from my girl in D.C.
She put me on the scoop about * ****es around me
All of a sudden, I peeped the ones fronting
It be in the front line of mind
But in the end, theres always time
Im just the type to stay original
**** biting off the next man, its pitiful
P.O.S.: power over suckers
In this rap game, my nickname be dirty chuckers
Mr. Buckshot, rock the triathalon of rap
Squeezing like a python to break your back
Check the facts for the illy verse
About reality, you want another one?
I need your hands first
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