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AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
JAY-Z
JAY-Z
Stimme und Gesang
Amil
Amil
Stimme und Gesang
Beanie Sigel
Beanie Sigel
Stimme und Gesang
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Amil Kahala Whitehead
Amil Kahala Whitehead
Songwriter:in
Shawn Carter
Shawn Carter
Songwriter:in
Kyambo R. Joshua
Kyambo R. Joshua
Songwriter:in
Dwight Grant
Dwight Grant
Songwriter:in
Dana Rockwilder Stinson
Dana Rockwilder Stinson
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Ken "Supa Engineer" Duro
Ken "Supa Engineer" Duro
Mischtechniker:in
Dana Stinson
Dana Stinson
Produzent:in
Andrew Felluss
Andrew Felluss
Mischtechnikerassistent:in

歌詞

[Intro]
Roc-A-Fella
Y'all know what this is
We givin' y'all five seconds to put your drink down
And report to the dance floor immediately
All the bustas, we givin' y'all five seconds to get close to a exit
It's about to get real ugly in here
Five seconds is up, let's go
[Chorus]
Throw the hands up (Uh, uh)
Throw the hands up (****)
Throw the hands up (Bitches)
Throw the hands up (Bustas)
Throw the hands up (Hustlers)
Throw the hands up (Hoes)
Throw the hands up (Boasters)
Throw the hands up (Mack)
[Verse 1]
You know how Mack come through on the club tip
E'rybody real deep on that thug shit (Uh-huh)
Cop Cris', spray the club on that thug shit (Uh-huh)
Cop frisks, suits snub in the club quick (Uh-huh)
Told y'all real high, when I come, you can try (Uh, uh)
If you want, you can die, if you want to
[Verse 2]
We hittin' whores on the floor, whole crew be wild
Bitch, back that ass up like Juvenile, huh
When my peeps comin' to spend a dime apiece
You know Mack come through with a line of freaks (Uh-huh, true)
Every bitch on the hit be a nine at least (Uh-huh)
We gettin' head on the floor while you grindin' freaks
Whole squad get it down like this (Uh)
Whole squad buying rounds of Cris'
Whole squad got they crowns on wrist
Whole squad got a pound to twist
Whole squad got a pound to spit
'Case a clown wanna flip (Buck, buck, buck)
[Verse 3]
Mack never slip in the club (Yeah)
Told y'all **** four-fifth in the club
If a **** wanna draw, then the blood, it can drip in the club
You know how **** get in the club
Shit, you know how I be, all high in VIP
Rollin' up to B.I.G. (Baby)
**** be all liquored up, talkin' shit
Till they man gotta come and pick 'em up (Uh-huh)
Got bitches in the back bouncin' to "Jigga What"
You got your hands up and I ain't even stick y'all up
[Chorus]
Throw the hands up
E'rybody, get it up
Throw the hands up
[Chorus]
12 AM, on my way to the club
1 AM, DJ made it erupt (Throw the hands up)
2 AM, now I'm gettin' with her (Throw the hands up, get up)
3 AM, now I'm splitting with her (Splitting with who?)
4 AM, at the Waffle House (Throw the hands up, Waffle House)
5 AM, now we at my house (Throw the hands up)
6 AM, I be diggin' her out (Throw the hands up)
6:15, I be kickin' her out (What?)
7 AM, I'ma call my friends (Throw the hands up)
12 AM, we gon' do it again (Throw the hands up)
We gon', we gon', we gon' do it again (By the way, yo, let's go)
[Verse 4]
How the fuck you gon' talk about MC's on our heel?
When we just cop them things, homie, the chromey wheels
Both arms are chunky, the sleeves on chill
Any given times a hundred G's in your grill
Don't talk to me 'bout MC's got skills
He's alright but he's not real
Jay-Z's that deal, with Seigs in a Ville
Never fear for war, hug, squeeze that steel
[Verse 5]
Fuck, you got a flow, that's cool with me
You got a little dough, that's cool with me
You got a little cars, little jewelries
But none of y'all muhfuckas can fool with me
You know the wrist frostbit, minus two degrees
'Bout as blue as the sea, the way I maneuver the V
Hat cocked, can't see his eyes, who could it be?
With that new blue Yankee on, who but me?
[Verse 6]
**** shipped two million, then I blew to three
Then I skated to four 'fore I went on tour
I came back and it's plain, y'all **** ain't rappin' the same
Fuck the flow, y'all jackin' our slang
I seen the same shit happen to Kane
Three cuts in your eyebrows, tryna wyl' out
The game is ours, we'll never foul out
Y'all just better hope we gracefully bow out
Throw your hands up, ****, bitches, bustas, hustlers
Fuck that
Throw the hands up
Come on
[Chorus]
12 AM, on the way to the club (Throw the hands up)
1 AM, 'bout to shake the butt (Uh-huh, throw the hands up)
2 AM, now I'm checkin' the mix (Right here)
3 AM, now he buying me drinks (What you drinkin' on?)
4 AM, exit the club (Let's go)
5 AM, he think he gettin' some butt (That's right)
6 AM, **** still ain't bust (What?)
6:15, **** work it out (Throw the hands up)
7 AM, gotta tell my friends (Throw the hands up)
12 AM, I'ma do it again (Throw the hands up)
Uh, I'm, I'ma do it again
12 AM, I'ma do it again (Throw the hands up)
Uh, uh, uh, let's go (Throw the hands up)
[Chorus]
12 AM, on my way to the club
1 AM, DJ made it erupt
2 AM, now I'm gettin' with her
3 AM, now I'm splitting with her
4 AM, at the Waffle House
5 AM, now we at my house
6 AM, I be diggin' her out
6:15, I be kickin' her out
7 AM, I'ma call my friends
12 AM, we gon' do it again
We gon', we gon', we gon' do it again
Let's go
Written by: Amil Kahala Whitehead, Dana Stinson, Dwight Grant, Kyambo R. Joshua, Shawn Carter
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