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hands up - big pokey lyrics

[hook – 2x]
put your hands up, put your hands in the air
move them hoes side to side, like you really don’t care
put your mug on mean, cause you know we be thugging
h-town in the house, that’s the way that we clubbing

[big pokey]
i’m a h-town n-gga, stay down n-gga
parking lot of the club, is the playground n-gga
boys pulling up, pushing sixteen switches
five to sixes, movados wrapping they riches
i’m in the lot barely, and i’m handling the scene
four fifteens banging, bout to crack the screen
jumping out clean, me spitter and e
paid the valet fee, and hit the v.i.p
we hogging the set, one deep d-gg-ng the vette
moet and cristal spills, all in the lex
hoes in check, rocking with they hands in the air
moving side to side, like they really don’t care
baguettes gon glare, cause my piece is iced up
19 inch b-ttons, got the streets light up
and diced up n-gga, with the monitor falling
plus my mug on mean, cause i’m a ball-a-holic

[hook – 2x]

[chris ward]
i’m dranked out and danked out, in my ses lac
trunk cracked niko paint, with the fifth at the back
vogues burning and ripping, 4’s turning and tipping
poking and clipping n-ggas, cause i sw-ng when i’m grain gripping
candy paint stain dripping, got the hoes flipping
four 18’s in the trunk, beating like a -ss whipping
b-tches strictly hitting, when i pull up knocking
southside and shocking, bouncing and body rocking
bumper unlocking, dragging and hanging low
i’m looking like a million dollars, and smelling like endo
gucci from head to toe, matching faragamo
platinum piece with iced out roll’s, got your eyes rolled
gangstas cutting through the do’, catching attention
surrounded with ballers bodyguards and henchmen
chris ward, big poke’ and that h-a-w-k
that’s the gang to get it from, until the break of day
so whenever whenever what, we fall in your club
don’t hate partic-p-te baby, and put your hands up

[hook – 2x]

[h.a.w.k.]
n-gga what n-gga what, put em up put em up
while i sit on grey leather, in my 6 thoed bus
pop em up pop em up, sip syrup robatus’
while i makes these hoes l-st, then they feel the bumrush
pick her up shut it up, keep it crunk in the club
do the bump shake your rump, go on show your boy love
spitting flows wrecking shows, n-gga everybody knows
when i wreck it get naked, take off your panty hose
marble flo’s matching do’s, whenever ride to you hoes
i suppose you don’t know, that i’m stacking payroll
i admit i’m the sh-t, dropping my bumper kit
so much ice on my wrist, i think my arm frostbit
vicious lock like a pit, when i make a smash hit
and when my pen touch this paper, awww sh-t
raise the roof get loose, on these vocals that i say
body rock and southside, with the h-a-w-k

[hook – 2x]

[big pokey]
them southside n-ggas, know they got they hands up
northside n-ggas, know they got they hands up
east and westside, know they got they hands up
h-town texas, we got our hands up
dallas texas, know they got they hands up
know that austin texas n-ggas, know they got they hands up
the roof up n-ggas, know they got they hands up
keep they hands up, we keep our hands up
laf-tex n-ggas, know they got they hands up
rap-a-lot n-ggas, know they got they hands up
and wreckshop, know they got they hands up
5th ward boys, know they got they hands up
i got to holla at missy, they hands up
chevis, i’ma keep my hands up

(-talking-)
dead end n-ggas, execution style got they hands up
what y’all know bout these streets, throw your hands up
if you d-ck riding, i know your hands up
everybody, i know they got they hands up
big h.a.w.k., i know you bout it put your hands up
put your hands up, this a stick up n-gga feel that
and this is sensei, chevis entertainment
screwed up cl!ck for life n-gga, it’s going down
y.s.p. you know that baby, we gon show that
we gon show up, and po’ up n-gga
from the flo’ up to the do’ up, bleed the rap game n-gga
for real, get off my d-ck feel that
and them hating -ss n-ggas, my d-ck in your mouth
big h.a.w.k., i know your hands up baby
bout to put it in the sto’ n-gga, solo n-gga
chris, i know your hands up baby
big e your hands up, p cheve it’s going down
everybody, i’m finna take it nationwide
and tell em, to put they god d-mn hands up

- big pokey lyrics

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